Katelyn shot him a glare so sharp it could cut through steel. Her memory was crystal clear. She had snapped out of the drug's effect last night — yet he still hadn't let her go. That was the only reason she felt like she had been completely wrung out today. There was no way she was leaving this bed anytime soon.

Vincent gently laid her back down. "Rest for now. I'll bring some food. You need to eat and regain your strength."

She didn't refuse. Hunger gnawed at her, after all.

To be fair, Vincent was quite attentive — bringing her water, making sure she ate, looking after her as if she were a fragile child. The little bit of resentment she had left slowly melted away under his care. The entire day, Katelyn remained in bed, dealing with work on her phone and finally allowing herself to relax.

When Vincent saw she had recovered a little, he said, "Stay in the hotel and rest. I need to step out for a bit. Call me if anything happens."

Katelyn stiffened. She had a feeling she knew exactly where he was going. She didn't press for details and simply nodded. "Okay."

Vincent walked over, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then turned and left.

A sharp glint flashed in Katelyn's eyes. She wasn't going to let what happened at the Robles family estate slide. Even though she had been drugged back then, she vaguely remembered Annie's words to Fiona. None of them would get away with this.

She never went out of her way to harm people — but if anyone dared to scheme against her, she wouldn't hesitate to retaliate.

She could guess what Vincent was planning. Alright, then. No rush. Once he was done dealing with the Robles family, she would take her turn.

While Katelyn rested at the hotel, Vincent was already on his way to the Robles family estate.

Thirty minutes later, his car pulled up outside. Samuel and his men were already waiting. As soon as Vincent stepped out, Samuel bowed respectfully. "Mr. Adams, everything is ready."

Vincent gave a slight nod, his expression cold and unreadable. He strode inside without another word.

In the living room, Marco — who had been so arrogant last night — and Fiona were now kneeling on the floor. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot. He looked utterly miserable.

The moment Marco saw Vincent enter, he panicked and began frantically begging. "Mr. Adams, I'm so sorry! I didn't know she was with you. Please, have mercy!"

However, Vincent's expression only turned even darker. Without warning, he stepped forward and kicked Marco hard in the chest. Marco, already weakened from a night of Samuel's "hospitality," had no strength left to resist. The impact sent him sprawling onto the floor.

Before Marco could recover, Vincent grabbed him by the collar, his voice ice-cold. "That's my woman. Did you really think you could lay a hand on her and walk away unscathed?"

What?! His woman? Fiona's eyes widened in shock. "You — you and Katelyn are actually together?"

How was that possible? He had only just broken off his engagement with Ryanna!

Fiona had assumed that Vincent had ended things with Ryanna because he didn't need an arranged marriage. She had thought Katelyn was just a passing interest to him.

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