“Take a look at this.” He then slid something towards her.
Katelyn’s brow furrowed in curiosity as she leaned in, her eyes catching the item.
“What is this?”
She closed the door behind her and stepped closer to get a better look.
Vincent said nothing, his eyes silently urging Katelyn to inspect it further.
Katelyn lifted the item with curiosity, her eyes scanning the words.
“A wedding invitation?”
She flipped it open, and the names inside seemed to leap off the page. A flash of surprise crossed her face.
“Neil and Lise are getting married?”
She paused for a moment, feeling a wave of disbelief. Though she had known this day would come, it still took her by surprise. But Katelyn didn’t linger on the shock. Instead, her thoughts wandered to the turn of events—after all Neil and Lise had been through, they were still choosing to walk down the aisle together.
It seemed, indeed, to be a love that had withstood a great deal. Neil and Lise had inflicted their share of pain on each other, yet here they were, stepping into marriage as if none of it had ever mattered.
The thought stirred a quiet sense of awe in Katelyn.
Her lips curved into a faint smile as she spoke calmly.
“That’s wonderful. I hope they stay together forever and never part ways.”
Such a couple truly belonged together, if only to ensure they didn’t drag anyone else into their chaos.
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Vincent, who had been quietly studying Katelyn’s expression, seemed satisfied with her composed reaction. Her serene well-wishes coaxed a subtle smile to his lips.
Clearing his throat, he spoke with an air of neutrality.
“The invitation says the wedding will take place ten days from now at Byton Manor.”
Katelyn’s gaze lingered on the invitation for a moment before she set it back down on Vincent’s desk.
She hadn’t received any news until now, which meant she had the perfect excuse to act oblivious if anyone brought it up. Hopefully, Neil wouldn’t even think to invite her. That would save her from the unnecessary discomfort of attending. After all, too much exposure to drama was enough to sour anyone’s mood.
Katelyn let a faint smile play on her lips as she asked, “That’s nice to know. But, Mr. Adams, surely you didn’t summon me just to share this news?”
She doubted Vincent would waste time on such trivialities, especially since Neil and Lise’s marriage was a foregone conclusion in her mind.
Vincent leaned back slightly, his tone shifting to one of directness.
“You’re right. I called you because I’ve tracked down the organization behind the incident the other day.”
Katelyn was startled and quickly asked, “Who are they?”
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