Vincent and Jaxen, childhood playmates, grew up together but were fundamentally different.

Vincent, naturally indifferent, only found excitement in business and had never pursued romantic relationships. Any woman bold enough to approach him faced severe rejection. On the other hand, Jaxen embraced his role as a ladies’ man, casually dating numerous women without ever committing.

Vincent’s stare was now icy and piercing. He dismissed Jaxen’s question with a turn of his head and walked away.

Jaxen hurried after him, assuring, “Don’t worry. I’ll leave Katelyn alone, as you wish.”

Vincent’s glare intensified.

“Enough. Return to your duties.”

Jaxen, alarmed, immediately fell silent.

Previously, Jaxen had faced a harsh penalty for upsetting Vincent, spending two miserable months working in a warehouse, an ordeal he would never forget.

He had since learned his lesson well—he could cross anyone but Vincent.

On a different note, Katelyn was heading to a computer store to repair her laptop.

Upon entering, she noticed the owner, distracted by his phone, sitting behind the counter.

Katelyn approached and courteously requested, “Could you please look at my laptop and see if it can be fixed?”

The middle-aged store owner glanced up lazily and then began inspecting her laptop.

“I can fix this. Leave it here and come back in two days.”

“Great.”

After arranging the repair, Katelyn paid the deposit before leaving.

Although she knew enough about computers to manage the repair herself, she preferred to focus on her design work instead of delving into hardware issues.

As Katelyn opened her car door to leave, she glimpsed a white car parked along the roadside.

She noticed someone seated in the driver’s seat from her vantage point.

A memory struck her—she had seen this white car trailing her during her earlier drive.

Now, with her car stopped to handle the laptop issue, she noticed the white car had also stopped. She pondered if she was being followed. Alert and pretending all was normal, Katelyn climbed into her Ferrari.

She intentionally slowed her pace, catching sight in the rearview mirror of the white car’s driver hastily entering the store she had just left.

Katelyn realized the individual was after her laptop. Without hesitation, she executed a swift U-turn.

Sadly, she was too late.

The white car’s driver had seized her laptop and sped off, aware that he had been spotted. The car vanished quickly. A fierce look crossed Katelyn’s eyes as she accelerated. She shifted gears rapidly, but just as she floored the accelerator, the traffic light ahead turned red.

Meanwhile, the white car took advantage of the yellow light, speeding through the intersection.

With the light against her, Katelyn lost sight of the car.

Fists clenched, she suspected Neil’s involvement, not believing he would go so far as to steal her laptop to prove she was Iris. Luckily, the drawings she had created were safely stored in the cloud.

The upcoming press conference for Adams Group’s launch event had to be flawless, especially now that her laptop—and potentially sensitive drafts—were compromised.

Taking a deep breath and leaning back, Katelyn dialed the police.

“Hello, I want to report a theft. Yes, my laptop has just been stolen,” she reported calmly.

On the other side, the driver of the white car reached Wheeler Group as quickly as possible, pulling the laptop out eagerly.

“Mr. Wheeler, we’ve succeeded,” he announced triumphantly.

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