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    The doll then let out a sinister, chillingugh that startled Katelyn. “You fool, did you really think I’d hide your master in such an obvious ce?”


    In the eerie, silent surroundings, the doll’s voice echoed like a scene from a horror film.


    Without hesitation, Katelyn raised her gun and aimed at the doll’s head.


    Bang!


    She pulled the trigger, decapitating the doll.


    Yet, the creepy voice continued.


    “Your reckless actions have crossed a line and truly angered me. You will regret what you’ve done today.” The voice of the mysterious person resonated from the severed doll’s head, apanied by more screams.


    “Master!” Katelyn recognized the voice immediately and called out desperately.


    “What do you want? Return my master to me.”


    “I had nned to let you see your master once youplied, but now you’ve earned a harsh lesson.” The mysterious voice faded out with more screams from Seymour in the background.


    As she gripped her gun tighter, Katelyn’s eyes zed with fury.


    “Who are you? You coward,e face me if you dare!” Her words wereced with anger, a direct challenge to the hidden adversary.


    “Don’t try to provoke me. Such tactics won’t enrage me; they’ll only cause me to take it out on your master,” the voice replied coldly. “Tonight is your final deadline. Deliver what I requested on time, or your master’s life is forfeit.” With that, the call ended abruptly.


    Even the glowing eyes of the doll dimmed and went out. With a frown, Katelyn crushed the doll’s head underfoot. Sifting through the stic debris, she retrieved an eye containing a spy camera.


    Clearly, the location she had pinpointed was merely a decoy set by the mysterious person.


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    They had timed it perfectly, aware she could reverse-locate after thirty seconds, yet they seemed unbothered this time.


    It had been a trap all along.


    Katelyn clenched the tiny camera, a sudden realization dawning on her.


    Cameras like this operate within fixed signal exchange zones.


    By tracking the recent signals, she could finally pinpoint the mysterious person’s actual location.


    At that moment, Seymour, barely conscious, was approached by the mysterious figure wearing a demonic mask, toying with an electric baton. The screams echoed as the figure increased the shocks on Seymour.


    Without any sound distortion, the masked man twisted his lips into a taunting smile.


    “I didn’t intend to torture you this time, but your disciple has provoked me.”


    Seymour, struggling to open his eyes from the pain that left him weak, pleaded.


    “Any grudges you have should be aimed at me. Don’t hurt Katelyn. She’s innocent and only involved because of me.”


    The mysterious figure, full of venom, responded coldly, “You’re aware of that. Do you also recall how your actions devastated my family?”


    Seymour’s eyes flickered with recognition as he stared through the demonic mask, as if seeing the true face behind it.


    “So it’s you—it really is you!”


    His voice, a mixture of fury and fear, was barely audible as he muttered, “Yes, it’s me!”


    Instead of anger, the masked figure burst into mockingughter.


    “Thought I died in that ident years ago, didn’t you? Surviving and witnessing your agony brings me joy.”


    Summoning his remaining strength, Seymour said through gritted teeth, “I wasn’t responsible for that ident. It was your father’s greed. He got caught. He would only lose his money if he cooperated with the investigation, but then he chose to stage his death!”<fn769d> Readplete version only at FindN()vel</fn769d>


    Finally, Seymour recognized the man—Shaun Flores, his childhood friend. Their families’ businesses had once been intertwined.


    Shaun’s father, however, hadmitted tax fraud and was involved in usury.


    His greed had harmed numerous innocent families.


    Seymour’s father, unable to stand the corruption, reported everything, greatly offending the Flores family. Rather than face arrest, they staged a fatal car ident that mistakenly imed their lives.


    ming Seymour for his parents’ deaths, Shaun had harbored years of resentment.


    Now, realizing the depth of Shaun’s torment, Seymour confronted the harsh reality.


    Shaun, his face devoid of emotion, cranked the electric baton to its maximum power, poised to deliver another shock, when suddenly, the door burst open.


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