Katie understood Henley had other agendas and wasn't overly concerned about him going public with his findings. She met his gaze squarely.

“What are you really after?"

Henley's response was even. “I'm here to reclaim what's rightfully mine."

Though Katie doubted Henley's capabilities, his unpredictability made her cautious. She responded cautiously, “Even if the Dixon family has something of yours, Mitchel is the rightful heir. It's his by right."

Henley's smile took on a more sinister edge. "Katie, since we are both cut from the same cloth, I'll let you in on a secret.”

He leaned close and whispered something startling into her ear.

Katie's mouth hung open, shock rendering her speechless. How could that be? If Henley's revelations were true, then Mitchel's identity...

Mitchel's and Henley's roles would be completely reversed.

Observing Katie's stunned expression, Henley chuckled. "When the day comes, you'll see I was actually doing you a favor. Because..."

His eyes sparkled with a fierce intensity. "The man who will end up with nothing isn't me. It's Mitchel. And your dream of becoming the wife of the CEO of the Dixon Group will still fall apart."

Confused, Katie met his gaze. “The day? Are you planning to reveal this at my wedding?"

"Exactly," Henley confirmed with a raised eyebrow.

That day would mark Mitchel's final association with the Dixon Group.

Henley could have disclosed this information anytime, but he savored the thrill of watching others rise high only to plummet dramatically.

In his book, Mitchel intended to marry Katie to secure his future, but Henley was determined to thwart his plans.

Overwhelmed, Katie collapsed onto the bed.

Finding the situation amusing, Henley taunted, "Katie, you never really intended to save Mitchel, did you?"

The alarm in Katie's eyes was palpable. Henley knew too much.

"I know you injected him with a toxin, but you have no real antidote,”

Henley revealed with a smirk. “The ‘antidote’ you possess merely keeps him alive in a vegetative state. Once administered, his cognitive functions will deteriorate until nothing is left but a shell, still breathing but essentially brain-dead."