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    Katelyn’s fingers gripped thepact pistol, the same one she’d used before. It appeared small, almost harmless, but the weight in her hand told a different story.


    No matter how tiny the gun was, at this distance, it was deadly. One shot, and the bullet would rip through Neil’s body, leaving a gruesome, jagged wound.


    Neil’s face drained of color, turning as white as a sheet. The fury that had red in his eyes moments ago flickered out, reced by something far colder—fear. His hand, once tight around her wrist, loosened, and he stumbled back a step.


    But Katelyn didn’t move. Her arm stayed steady, the gun still trained on him.


    A slow, mocking smile curled on her lips. “Weren’t you just threatening me?” she asked, her voice light, almost yful. “What’s stopping you now?”


    She nced between Neil and Lise, as if watching some absurd spectacle unfold before her—almost as if this was part of a darkedy.


    The gun in her hand was her lifeline. With the bruises and cuts already marking her skin, Neil could have overpowered her without a second thought if it came to force. But this little weapon had shut him down faster than any words could have.


    Even Lise was taken aback. The fake panic she’d been pretending to feel moments ago vanished, reced by a wide-eyed look of pure shock.


    “How do you even have a gun?” Neil’s voice trembled with disbelief.


    Katelyn’s smile widened, a chilling mix of confidence and amusement. “Haven’t you heard? Yata doesn’t ban firearms. This gun has already taken lives, and I wouldn’t hesitate to use two more bullets today.” Her tone was unnervingly calm, as though she were discussing a mundane errand.


    The first time she’d pulled the trigger, her hands had shaken, fear coursing through her veins. But now? Her aim was unshakable. Within fifty meters, she was dead on.


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    “You should be grateful I’m stuck in this hospital,” Katelyn continued, her smile sharp and predatory. “If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be pointing a little pistol at you. It’d be something much more powerful—maybe a submachine gun.”


    Neil’s jaw tightened, frustration boiling beneath the surface. This wasn’t the Katelyn he once knew; she was a stranger now, fierce and unyielding. What had she gone through to be like this? The girl who once hesitated to harm a fly now spoke about taking lives with chilling ease.


    “Katelyn,” he retorted, though his voice wavered, “you think you can scare us with that toy? You owe us an apology for that curse you threw.”


    “A toy?” Katelyn’s eyes sparkled with a teasing glint as she clicked the safety off, the sound sharp and threatening. She shifted the barrel between Lise and Neil.


    A tiny slip could cost them everything. Their earlier confidence had melted away, reced by a heavy, suffocating fear.


    Neil, familiar with firearms, knew Katelyn’s weapon was anything but a toy. He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain hisposure. In a moment like this, staying calm felt nearly impossible. He took a deep breath, bracing himself.


    “Put the gun down. Let’s settle this amicably. If anything happens to us, your life won’t be easy either.”


    “Oh?” Katelyn replied, her tone light yetced with danger. “Didn’t you just call it a toy? Want to put that to the test?”


    The thrill of the challenge lit her up, eager to see how far he would go. Lise, gripped by panic, felt a prickling sensation crawl across her scalp. Having never faced a gun before, she instinctively shrank behind Neil, desperately seeking his protection. If Lise had known Katelyn was armed, she would never have dared provoke her.


    “Let’s sort this out. Just put the gun down. We’re family, after all. There’s no need for things to get worse.”


    Katelyn’s icy gaze locked onto Lise, a sneer forming as she noticed her trembling. “With the persona you’ve built, you should be standing tall in front of Neil, ready to take a bullet to prove you value his life more than your own.”


    Lise cursed Katelyn silently, recalling the car ident that had been her idea.


    She had deliberately chosen arge truck, hoping to shatter the ss for dramatic effect. But the truth was, the driver had mmed on the brakes the moment the ss broke.


    Now, facing a gun, Lise realized that one wrong move could cost her everything. Given their history, she feared Katelyn would pull the trigger without hesitation.


    Katelyn simply chuckled, her voice dripping with mockery. “Only one of you can walk away. Make your choice.”<fn918a> Latest content published on f?ndnovel</fn918a>


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