Chapter 850

Chapter 850:

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He leaned toward her and whispered something surprising in her ear.

Katie stood with her mouth open, speechless. How could it be? If Henley's revelations were true, then Mitchel's identity…

Mitchel and Henley's roles would be completely reversed.

Looking at Katie's stunned expression, Henley chuckled. «When the day comes, you will see that he was actually doing you a favor. Because…"

His eyes flashed with ferocious intensity. «The man who will end up with nothing is not me. It's Mitchel. And your dream of becoming the wife of the CEO of the Dixon Group will continue to collapse.

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 revealed this information at any time, 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 scoffed, "Katie, you never really meant 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 don't have a real antidote."

Henley revealed with a teasing smile. «The “antidote” you have simply keeps it alive in a vegetative state. “Once administered, your cognitive functions will deteriorate until you are nothing more than a shell, still breathing but essentially brain dead.”

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

“See, Katie?” Henley's tone was slow and deliberate, almost contemplative. "You and I are not that different."

Henley's smile was polite but cold, like a mask fixed on his face.

"We are both completely ruthless, willing to destroy what we cannot possess, ensuring that no one else can either."

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

Henley's words had struck a chord with Katie. At that point, his resemblance to Henley became evident. In the presence of a person of the same type, there was no need to pretend. Katie found herself contemplating her own interests.

«What you say is nothing more than your word against that of others. I cannot determine its veracity. "Who's to say you're not weaving a web of deceit?" Katie said.

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

Henley, prepared as always, pulled a document from his pocket and said, "Take a closer look."

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