Rolland had his eyes fixed on the heavy machine gun stored above.

All the bullets on the training field had been blanks to prevent any accidents from friction-induced fires. Being hit by one of these bullets wouldn’t be lethal; it would simply cause brief pain and possibly lead to internal issues. Despite the strict rules against weapon misuse on the training grounds, Rolland was too furious to consider such regulations. His only goal was to get back at Katelyn and Vincent.

He struggled with one hand for a long time before he finally managed to lift the heavy machine gun. Exhausted, he gasped for air, the machine gun weighing a hefty twenty pounds.

His eyes were red as he glared at Vincent and Katelyn. “Get on your knees and apologize to me now, or go to hell.”

Unshaken, Katelyn responded coldly, “You might want to get your head checked at a hospital for brain damage. Get treatment before it’s too late.”

“You bitch! I’ll shut your mouth for good!”

Bearing the pain in his wrist, Rolland mustered all his strength to hoist the gun with his left hand. As he took aim, he encountered a more pressing issue. His left hand was supporting the entire weight of the gun, leaving him no free hand to fire it.

A sharp glint appeared in Katelyn’s eyes. Taking advantage of the moment, she delivered a powerful kick to Rolland.

He hit the ground swiftly, the heavy machine gun adding to his misery. Rolland coughed up blood.

“Mr. Bernard!”

“Mr. Bernard!” his henchmen cried out.

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With an icy stare, Katelyn warned, “I’ll give you three seconds to vanish. Next time, it won’t just be your arm that gets broken.”

Shaking with rage, Rolland looked as if he wanted to retort, but instead, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

“Mr. Bernard!” his men cried.

His followers called out once more, leaving Katelyn somewhat at a loss for words. When would these fools finally leave her life?

As Rolland’s crew rushed him to the emergency room, they issued a threat to Katelyn. “You’ll be in trouble when Mr. Bernard wakes up. If you’re brave enough, tell us your name!”

Katelyn replied calmly, “My name is Lise Bailey. I’ll be waiting for you at the Bailey estate.”

“Just you wait!” they spat, scrambling off, glancing over their shoulders as if pursued by some unseen threat.

Katelyn shifted her gaze, stooped to lift the heavy machine gun off the ground, and returned it to its place.

Puzzled, she turned to Vincent and asked, “Haven’t they heard of your name? Don’t they recognize you?” In theory, Vincent’s name was well-known in the business world. Though he kept a low profile, his name frequently made headlines, and his photos often appeared in the public eye.

Vincent responded with a hint of disapproval, “I’m not a celebrity. How would so many people recognize me?”

Katelyn nodded. Thinking back to Rolland’s earlier arrogance, she almost laughed.

“He still doesn’t realize he’s crossed a major player in the business world. When he finds out who you really are, he’s going to regret it immensely. Don’t you think?” Vincent’s influence and capabilities were clear. Even Neil, who wielded considerable power, had nearly faced bankruptcy under Vincent’s pressure.

And indeed, Vincent could easily dismantle the Bernard Group, a minor entity. At his command, the Bernard Group would vanish from Granville.

Instead of responding to her comment, Vincent asked, “Did this upset you?”

Katelyn shook her head and replied nonchalantly, “No. On the contrary, I was amused by their ignorance. Truly fools.”

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