Katie's lips quivered, her voice barely a whisper. “What else you don't know?"

"Do you see, Katie?" Henley's tone was slow and deliberate, almost contemplative. "You and I, we're not so different."

Henley's smile was polite yet cold, like a mask fixed to his face.

"We're both utterly ruthless, willing to destroy what we cannot possess, ensuring no one else can either."

Katie stood frozen, her lips parted in silent surrender, unable to counter Henley's piercing words.

Henley's words had struck Katie to the core. At that moment, her resemblance to Henley became apparent. In the presence of a person of her own type, there was no need for pretense. Katie found herself contemplating her own interests.

“What you're saying is merely your word against others. I cannot ascertain its truth. Who's to say you're not weaving a web of deception?" Katie said.

In a game where both players were cut from the same cloth, trust became a rare commodity. Either could betray the other in an instant.

Henley, prepared as ever, produced a document from his pocket and stated, "Take a closer look."

Katie scrutinized the document, finding its contents increasingly incredulous. How could this be, how could this be...

Yet, nothing unfolded without a trace. This explained why Alexis had adopted such a stance. With this document, everything seemed to fall into place.

“What exactly do you want me to do?" Katie grappled with the possibilities, adjusting her tone cautiously. "What do you need from me?"

Henley spoke nonchalantly. "Simply cooperate with me at the wedding."

With that, Henley stacked two reports together, setting them ablaze with the flick of a windproof lighter, extinguishing the remnants in a nearby trash can.

As Henley departed, Katie finally sank onto the bed, a thin sheen of cold sweat clinging to her back. Doubt began to creep into her obsession. If what Henley revealed held truth, would she still love Mitchel the same? Did she love Mitchel, or merely the image and prestige associated with the Dixon family name?

Gazing at the dwindling embers in the trash can, Katie made a resolution. She messaged Henley. "I'll cooperate with you, but I demand 20% of the Dixon Group shares."

Clearly, the allure of a 20% share outweighed the prospect of becoming the wife of the CEO of the Dixon Group.

Soon after, a reply arrived. "Agreed."

Katie clenched her phone tightly and dialed Davey's number. “Davey, the funds have been transferred. I expect the Maxwell family to spare no expense in eliminating Raegan after the wedding."

Davey chuckled coldly. "You hate that girl that much?"