“Exactly,” Samuel replied, recounting the details of the incident that had just unfolded downstairs. Usually, Vincent wouldn’t be bothered by something so trivial, but because of Zoey’s connection to Katelyn, he thought it appropriate to bring it to Vincent’s attention.

Katelyn’s face was a mix of emotions as she pressed on. “Where is Zoey now? Is she badly injured?”

Samuel pointed toward the door. “I’ve brought them both here. How Mr. Adams decides to handle this is up to him.” Unsure of the full details of Zoey and Katelyn’s relationship, he decided it was best to leave the matter in Vincent’s hands.

Lost in thought, Vincent gave a sharp command, saying, “Bring them in.”

Without hesitation, Samuel turned and led both Zoey and Yvette into the room. Zoey’s face showed the marks of the fight, while Yvette had a noticeable chunk of hair missing. In all fairness, Zoey seemed to have taken the brunt of the damage.

The moment Yvette walked in, tears welled up in her eyes as she pointed to her hair. “Mr. Adams, you have to help me. This woman attacked me like a madwoman, and now look at what she’s done to my hair!”

She tried to win Vincent’s sympathy with her tears, but she couldn’t hide the swelling on her face. Her twisted expression only made the scene harder to watch.

Zoey’s eyes were cold as she locked onto her. “You brought this on yourself. You insulted Katelyn. Keep talking, and I’ll rip your hair out again!”

Katelyn glanced at Zoey’s bruised face, a brief flash of sympathy crossing her features. Samuel had already told them everything that had happened. Katelyn knew Zoey had stepped in to defend her name.

Vincent’s eyes locked onto Yvette with an intense, cold stare. She felt his gaze like a weight, paralyzing her, causing her legs to shake in fear. With a chill in his voice, he asked, “Do you have any issues with Miss Bailey?”

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The question hit Yvette hard. She finally understood the seriousness of the moment. Quickly, she tried to defend herself, saying, “I never intended to say those things. Zoey kept pushing me, and I just snapped.”

By the time Samuel showed up, the argument was already in full swing. He missed hearing how it all began.

Vincent’s sharp eyes turned toward Zoey, his gaze full of menace. “Talking about your superiors during work hours? It’s indeed your first day, but you don’t even know the basic rules?”

Zoey’s face turned pale. What was going on? She had worked hard to appear that she stepped into the fight to protect Katelyn. Why did it seem like Vincent was blaming her now?

Zoey struggled to keep her composure as she searched for the right words. “I…”

Vincent didn’t waste time listening to Zoey’s explanations. Instead, he turned to Samuel with a cold glint in his eyes. “Go get the security footage from when it happened,” he said.

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