He leaned close and whispered something startling into her ear.
Katieâs mouth hung open, shock rendering her speechless.
How could that be? If Henleyâs revelations were true, then Mitchelâs identityâ¦
Mitchelâs and Henleyâs roles would be completely reversed.
Observing Katieâs stunned expression, Henley chuckled.
âWhen the day comes, youâll see I was actually doing you a favor.
Becauseâ¦â
His eyes sparkled with a fierce intensity.
âThe man who will end up with nothing isnât me.
Itâs Mitchel.
And your dream of becoming the wife of the CEO of the Dixon Group will still fall apart.
â
Confused, Katie met his gaze.
âThe day? Are you planning to reveal this at my wedding?â
âExactly,â Henley confirmed with a raised eyebrow.
That day would mark Mitchelâs 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, âKatie, you never really intended to save Mitchel, did you?â
The alarm in Katieâs eyes was palpable.
Henley knew too much.
âI know you injected him with a toxin, but you have no real antidote,â
Henley revealed with a smirk.
âThe âantidoteâ 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.
â
Katieâs lips quivered, her voice barely a whisper.
âWhat else you donât know?â
âDo you see, Katie?â Henleyâs tone was slow and deliberate, almost contemplative.
âYou and I, weâre not so different.
â
Henleyâs smile was polite yet cold, like a mask fixed to his face.
âWeâre both utterly ruthless, willing to destroy what we cannot possess, ensuring no one else can either.
â
Katie stood frozen, her lips parted in silent surrender, unable to counter Henleyâs piercing words.
Henleyâs 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.
âWhat youâre saying is merely your word against others.
I cannot ascertain its truth.
Whoâs to say youâre not weaving a web of deception?â 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, âTake a closer look.
â