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As the batons sliced through the air, they made a sharp whooshing sound.
The guards aimed solely at Katelyn’s head, knowing that a strike there could be especially harmful.
In that crucial instant, Katelyn deftly stepped aside, narrowly avoiding the blow. Instead, the baton struck Annie’s head.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Annie’s scream pierced the air, blood pouring from her scalp, masking her face.
A smirk flickered across Katelyn’s lips as she swiftly kicked the nearest guard to the ground. “You’re next.”
Her words caused the three guards to shudder like leaves in a storm, terror evident in their eyes.
Katelyn watched them with a cold, unyielding stare.
As they hesitated, possibly contemting flight, sheunched into action, delivering swift kicks that sent them crashing to the floor.
Their earlier confidence, visible when they had first stepped out of the elevator, had now turned into utter despair as they groaned on the ground.
Katelyn then turned to face Annie.
“I’ve run out of patience with you. If you try toe after me again, be prepared to face the consequences of your own threats.”
Annie was petrified, unable to tear her eyes away from Katelyn. She wished she could undo her past actions, having never intended to challenge Katelyn, who fearlessly defied any authority. Still, her resolve to defeat Katelyn someday remained strong.
Katelyn took a disinfectant wipe from her bag and meticulously cleaned her hands before discarding it in the nearby trash.
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She walked away with light, decisive steps, never looking back at Annie.
Katelyn then returned to the hospital room, where Vincent was now awake, his gaze fixed on the thermos on the bedside table.
She asked him, concerned, “Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to call the doctor?”
Vincent responded with a slow shake of his head, indicating that he was fine.
Ray’s bullet had struck his shoulder de, severely limiting the mobility of his right side even after the surgery. Watching him struggle, Katelyn quickly fetched a soft pillow and ced it behind him for added support.
Vincent nced at the extensive white bandages wrapped around his shoulder, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Has the doctor mentioned if this bullet will impact my mobility long-term?”
Katelyn paused, choosing her words carefully.
“With enough rest, it shouldn’t impact you too severely. I’ll go fetch the doctor for you.”
Just as Katelyn was about to leave, Vincent noticed the red marks on her wrists.
“What happened to your wrists?”
The bruises on Katelyn’s wrists were pronounced, indicating they had been severely chafed.
Katelyn instinctively withdrew her hands and pulled down her sleeves. “It’s nothing.”
The marks hade from the handcuffs she had escaped from earlier.
Though Katelyn had freed herself quickly, she had to twist her wrists repeatedly in the process to unlock the cuffs. She preferred not to worry Vincent, especially so soon after his surgery.
However, Vincent’s gaze remained fixed on her.
“I don’t want any lies. Tell me what’s really happening.”
Vincent’s face was serious as he took in her appearance. He had seen not only the bruises on her left wrist but also matching marks on her right, suggesting she had been restrained.
What had urred while he was unconscious? Who would dare to harm Katelyn?
Katelyn’s face showed a mix of helplessness and resolve as she decided it was time to share the whole truth. She positioned herself beside his bed, maintaining a calm and collected expression.
“I didn’t mean to provoke her. She’s the one who’s been after me.”
Vincent’s dark eyes flickered with suppressed anger, his presence emanating a formidable intensity that felt almost chilling.
The room grew colder, and Katelyn felt the chill spreading through the air.
“Does she really believe that her noble status grants her the freedom to act as she pleases? It’s absolutely absurd.” Vincent had reached his limit with the so-called royal family.
Without a second thought, he grabbed his phone to make a call.
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