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    Breck copsed onto his knees, shouting, “I told you, there’s no way to remove it!”


    Katelyn had worn the same cor and had only three days left to live. Yet, she remainedposed.


    She stared at him with a scornful smile and remarked, “If you’re that terrified of death, find a way to take it off.”


    Breck’sst trace ofposure vanished.


    In that moment, he could almost feel death calling for him. As the creator of the device, he knew better than anyone that his end was near.


    The elegance and dignity he had shown earlier crumbled intoplete desperation.


    A new idea struck him, and Breck’s gaze sharpened. “You have to figure out how to remove this cor, or Katelyn will perish with me.”<fn6079> Chapters first released on FindN0vel</fn6079>


    “Katelyn will remain unharmed. The only destiny that’s sealed is yours,” Vincent replied with unwavering confidence. It was as if he had already predicted how everything would unfold.


    Hisposed and indifferent demeanor caused a flicker of doubt in Katelyn’s mind.


    Had Vincent already figured out that she was actually TS? It seemed improbable, considering the anti-tracking program she had installed hadn’t alerted her to any breaches yet.


    Vincent didn’t offer any further exnations. He quickly scooped up the weakened Katelyn and carried her out.


    Katelyn blushed when she realized her body was pressed against his. “Wait. I can walk on my own,” she stammered.


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    Vincent nced at her with a serious expression. “Don’t overexert yourself,” he responded firmly.


    The bodyguards hesitated, unsure if they should intervene. Their attention remained on Breck, who was writhing in pain.


    With a strained voice, Breck shouted, “Find TS at once. I’m not going to lose my life because of this fucking cor!”


    During the ride back, the car was filled with silence.


    Vincent kept his eyes on the cor around Katelyn’s neck. The look on his face showed the internal conflict he was feeling.


    For years, Vincent had perfected the art of masking his emotions.


    No one could detect the chaos beneath hisposed expression at that moment. There were only three days left.


    Seventy-two hours.


    If they couldn’t find TS to remove the cor, this time next year could be the day they mourned Katelyn’s death. There was no way he would let that happen.


    Katelyn sat to the side, her hands clenched and unclenched as she sensed Vincent’s concern.


    She could see the worry in his eyes. The truth was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t find the courage to admit that she was TS.


    Vincent met Katelyn’s gaze and gently ced his hand over hers.


    His hand was significantlyrger than hers. When it covered her hand, it conveyed a profound sense of safety and security.


    This was the first time they had held hands in a situation that wasn’t life-threatening.


    His touch brought an unusualfort and warmth.


    Vincent spoke with profound sincerity, choosing each word carefully. “I won’t allow any harm toe to you. Even if it means putting everything at risk, I will make sure you’re safe.”


    Katelyn bit her lip and gave a firm nod.


    In the end, she decided against revealing her true identity.


    She intended to ess the system when she got back to the hotel that evening to see if she could remove the restriction.


    If she couldn’t, perhaps this was just what fate had in store for her.


    Repeated encounters with death had left Katelyn remarkably calm in most situations.


    Upon returning to the hotel, Vincent immediately made a video call to Jaxen.


    The call rang for quite some time before it was picked up, and the sounds of lively conversation andughter in the background suggested a party was underway.


    Jaxen appeared on screen dressed in vibrant floral shorts and sunsses, giving an enthusiastic wave to the camera.


    “Hey there, Mr. Adams! Did you need me for something?”


    While sitting next to Vincent, Katelyn noticed Jaxen on the screen.


    The camera showed a yacht in the background, with women in swimsuits asionally passing by.


    Clearly, Jaxen was quite the yer.


    His favorite pastimes seemed to involve flirting with attractive women and sharing drinks with them.


    Vincent’s expression grew more intense as he ordered, “Remove your sunsses and find a quieter spot so we can talk.”


    Jaxen instantly straightened up, nodding inpliance. Not once had he ever disobeyed Vincent’smands.


    Once Jaxen stepped into a quieter room, Vincent adjusted the camera to show the cor around Katelyn’s neck. “Can you find a way to disable this cor’s control system?”


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