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    The sudden intervention left the elderly woman and her son instantly silent. The barrels of the guns were pointed directly at their heads, and it seemed they could be shot at any moment.


    Their previous arrogance vanished, reced by submission, and they looked ready to drop to their knees.


    “Do whatever you want, just please don’t kill us!” The elderly woman cried in terror, while Marlon visibly shook, his eyes wide with fear.


    The paparazzi, who had been eagerly capturing the scene, quickly stepped back, not wanting to get involved.


    Watching this unfold, Katelyn’s expression turned serious. Her eyes narrowed as she pondered, “Who are these people? Why are they helping Lise? Was it Neil who hired them? Or had Sharon finally reached her limit and decided to intervene?”


    At that moment, Lise was equally confused. Her eyes filled with uncertainty.


    It seemed the men in ck hade specifically for the elderly woman and Marlon. They herded them into a car at gunpoint and drove off without another word.


    Lise let out a sigh of relief.


    While she was unsure who had orchestrated this, at least she was relieved to see them gone.


    With the main drama over, the live stream lost its appeal, and Katelyn turned it off.


    She then texted Briar, “Briar, could you do me a favor? Find out who took that woman and her son away.”


    Briar responded promptly with a simple, “OK.”


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    Katelyn had a sense that arger conspiracy was at y, but she couldn’t pinpoint the root of the problem just yet.


    Vincent spoke softly as he viewed the live stream.


    “I believe those are trained mercenaries. Only the very wealthy or powerful could afford to hire them.”


    Katelyn’s expression hardened as she made a silent vow. “I’m going to investigate this. I need to find out who is helping Lise.” She had a nagging feeling that the people helping Lise this time were also the ones who had given her the aphrodisiac.


    Briar quickly got back to Katelyn with an update.


    “I discovered something. The people helping Lise must be members of T Organization.”


    Katelyn asked, “T Organization?”


    She mulled over the name for a moment, then a realization dawned on her. Her eyes narrowed sharply.


    The T Organization was known as the best mercenary group worldwide. To them, legal boundaries meant little. They would take on any task, as long as the price was right.


    However, hiring people from such an organization was far beyond the means of ordinary individuals due to the heftymissions involved. Could Lise actually afford to hire the T Organization?<fnc6b6> ?????? ???? fin?novel</fnc6b6>


    Briar confirmed, “Yes, I’m sure of it. If they are after you, you need to be very careful.”


    Katelyn acknowledged, “OK. I understand.”


    Briar’s findings did little to reassure Katelyn; instead, they only heightened her anxiety and unease. It felt as though she were caught in an unseen trap, lurking in the shadows.


    But she still couldn’t tell who was the real predator behind it all.


    Katelyn couldn’t help but turn to Vincent again. She spoke in a serious tone, “Mr. Adams, I need your help to find out where Marlon and his mother went after they were taken away.”


    Vincent responded with a rxed nod. “Alright. I’ll have Samuel look into it immediately.”


    Themotion with the two demanding money at the Bailey family’s doorstep had ended with the direct involvement of the T Organization. Yet, the live stream footage had already sparked widespread spection online.


    On the inte, there was a flurry of guesses and discussions, but no one knew the exact details.


    At six in the evening, Katelyn finished her workday as usual.


    She drove her usual route and approached a critical intersection on her way home. Suddenly, a white van tantly ran a red light, heading straight toward her. It was clear she was the target.


    Everything unfolded in an instant. The van’s driver mmed on the elerator, speeding toward her at full throttle.


    Katelyn’s car was the first in line at the traffic light, surrounded by other vehicles. She had no room to move forward or back.


    Given the van’s speed, if it hit her, the collision would be catastrophic!


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