“Your approach was articulate and well-reasoned. With that kind of strategic thinking, you’re set for success in any venture.”

Katelyn’s smile widened at his commendation, and a thought occurred to her.

“We should have Zoey step down. Her continued employment could bring us more problems.” Maintaining someone with such a compromised reputation could be detrimental to any company, especially one like the Adams Group, which was publicly traded.

“I had the HR department send out her termination notice this morning,” Vincent said calmly, his tone firm, revealing he had planned everything ahead of time.

Katelyn expressed her agreement with a firm nod. As she was about to add more, Vincent’s phone rang.

He answered, and his facial expression subtly changed.

“I’ve just received some encouraging news for you,” he said after hanging up.

Katelyn looked at Vincent, confusion and curiosity written all over her face.

“What good news?” she asked eagerly.

Vincent drummed his fingers on the table, a gleam of triumph in his eyes.

“Langston’s been caught!” he said.

Katelyn’s face went suddenly cold, as if a sharp gust of icy wind had swept through the room. The last few days had been such a whirlwind that Langston had almost faded from her thoughts.

For a moment, her mind flickered to the young nurse—the one who had cut her on purpose, exposing her wound to a dangerous patient. Whether Langston was behind that or not, he’d certainly kept Jamison’s infectious illness hidden.

In the world of medicine, things like that weren’t uncommon. Some patients, afraid of being judged, weren’t always completely honest with the doctors about their conditions, which usually resulted in damning repercussions.

“Where is he now?” Katelyn asked, jolting back to reality.

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Vincent snatched the car keys from the table and walked toward the door.

“I’ll take you to see him right away.”

For the moment, Langston was being held in the same secret basement. The room still felt heavy and oppressive, but now it was Langston sitting there, shackled and battered, instead of Sophia. His face was badly swollen, covered in purplish bruises.

He glared up at Vincent, his smirk dripping with defiance. His voice was sharp and challenging.

“Mr. Adams, what is this? How dare you lay a hand on me? Are you trying to start a war with the Walsh family in Chaepstow?”

Katelyn stood just behind Vincent, the thick, nauseating smell of blood and something rotten almost making her stomach lurch. She raised a hand to cover her nose, her eyes fixed on Langston with cold intensity.

“Why didn’t you inform Hades about Jamison’s infectious disease? Did you have that nurse, Yanis, cut Hades on purpose?” Yanis had given everything she had to warn Katelyn about the T Organization in her final moments. But even with that, there was no way to know for sure if Langston was also involved.

He had deliberately hidden Jamison’s illness. Without his tip to the T Organization, how could they have used that information to target Hades?

Langston leaned back in the chair, his posture relaxed and casual. Despite the chains, he didn’t seem like a prisoner. Instead, he looked like someone watching the drama unfold with amusement.

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