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The darts flew through the window without warning. “Everyone, stay alert!” Vincent shouted, quickly moving Katelyn to a safer spot.
The butler rushed forward, positioning himself as a shield for Earl Poulos.<fne20d> Find the newest release on F?ndNovel</fne20d>
As Jaxen sought cover, he made sure to pull the man in ck with him.
A total of eight darts were fired.
The group hid in the shadows, only emerging once they were certain the danger had passed.
The butler immediately scolded the guards at the door. “You ipetent fools! Didn’t you see someone trying to harm his lordship? Go find them now!”
“Right away, sir,” the bodyguards replied, dispersing to track down the assant.
The butler then turned his attention back to Earl Poulos.
“My Lord, are you alright?”
Earl Poulos nodded slowly. “I’m fine.”
Jaxen remained calm. “They’re the ones in trouble.” Both Earl Poulos and the butler followed his gaze and saw Kenny and Dale, each with a dart lodged in their necks. The attacker had acted with deadly precision, leaving the men lifeless, their eyes still open.
The assault had clearly been intended to silence them. Unfortunately, they had revealed nothing of value before their deaths.
Katelyn stepped forward and removed one of the darts. Since the T Organization had emerged, she had witnessed multiple deaths caused by these darts.
Could Sophia, once dedicated to healing and saving lives, truly have be a remorseless murderer?
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Despite her fears, Katelyn struggled to ept this harsh reality: her once sweet and innocent friend had transformed into a cold-blooded killer.
The stark contrast between these two versions of Sophia was too much for Katelyn to reconcile. “The attacker was merciless, leaving no chance for survival,” Jaxen said after examining the scene.
Exhausted, Earl Poulos leaned against a nearby wall, exhaling deeply. His nephew was gone, and so was his fake son. He truly was alone in this world now.
“Bury them both. I hope Dale finds the strength to be a better man in his next life—one who stays away from gambling.”
“Understood, My Lord,” the butler replied, signaling two bodyguards to remove the bodies.
Earl Poulos then noticed the man in ck’s wounded leg and gave another instruction.
“Fetch our family doctor to attend to his leg.”
Observing the Earl’s graying hair, a wave of sadness washed over Katelyn. Despite Dale’s many ws, he had been Earl Poulos’ only remaining family. Now, the elderly man faced the grim task of burying his kin—a heavy burden weighing on his heart.
Katelyn’s attention shifted to the man in ck. Her tone grew cold.
“You seem only concerned about Elora, but aren’t you curious about who your real father might be? What if you’ve been misled by your mentor? Imagine if your father were right here, and you’re dismissing your only chance to reconnect with him.”
The man in ck quickly retorted, “That’s impossible! My mentor is the most ethical and kind person I know. He wouldn’t lie to me. Your usations are baseless!”
Jaxen, tired of the man’s stubbornness, shook his head in resignation.
“Let it go. There’s no use arguing with someone so obstinate. He’ll regret this someday.”
Katelyn nodded in agreement. It was clear the man in ck was set in his ways—breaking through to him seemed impossible.
The situation had unfolded in ways no one could have predicted.
The family doctor arrived promptly, extracted the bullet from the man in ck’s leg, and dressed the wound. Throughout the procedure, Earl Poulos remained mostly silent, yet the looks he cast at the man in ck carried a hint of mncholy.
How could a father fail to recognize his own son? Yet, he simply knew that this son was bound to leave.
Vincent, having noted the nuances in the Earl’s expression, grasped the underlying sadness. He stood and said, “Take care, My Lord. We’ll leave you in peace now.”
Katelyn and Jaxen nodded in farewell.
As they were about to leave, Earl Poulos suddenly called out, “Miss Bailey, please wait a moment.”
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