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    As Ryanna’s figure faded, Samuel approached Vincent with a respectful urgency. “Mr. Adams, it appears Sophia has vanished.”


    Vincent’s eyes flicked toward the courtyard where Sophia had been. A wry smile yed across his lips, a glint of mockery in his gaze as he remarked coolly, “It seems she could no longer cage her impulses, could she?”


    Indeed, both Vincent and Katelyn had anticipated Sophia would leave immediately once the news of Katelyn’s demise was made public. Still, her dy was a surprising twist in their expectations. With a knowing nod, Vincentmanded, “Proceed as nned, and keep me apprised of any deviations immediately.”


    “Understood, sir!”


    This was the strategy they had prepared for all along, and Samuel was ready to manage whatever came next.


    An hourter, ensconced in the study of another vi, Katelyn was jolted from her reverie by a sudden chirp from a monitoring device.


    “It has been confirmed that Katelyn is indeed deceased,” Sophia dered, her lips curling into a sardonic smile.


    Yet, it wasn’t Sophia’s words that caught Katelyn off guard. Instead, a cryptic voice chimed in from the listening device. “Hmm, in that case,e back.”


    The voice, hidden by electronic distortion, made it impossible to tell who the speaker could be. Katelyn strained her ears but couldn’t discern whether the voice belonged to a man or a woman; the electronic modtion could practically mask any identity.


    Sitting up abruptly, Katelyn set to work, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she began to pinpoint Sophia’s exact whereabouts. It didn’t take long for her to lock onto Sophia’s location—a high-end international hotel in the heart of the city.


    Her brow furrowed in puzzlement. What business did Sophia have there?


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    Infiltrating the hotel’s surveince system was a piece of cake for Katelyn. With deft keystrokes, she hacked into their security. Two minutester, she had homed in on the exact room Sophia upied.


    Though Sophia had disabled several of the room’s miniature cameras, she hadn’t spotted one cleverly hidden at the pinnacle of the curtains, offering a bird’s-eye view of the room.


    The room was empty, except for Sophia. She was clutching a mobile phone, deeply engrossed in conversation. As could be seen, the person on the other end wasn’t in the hotel.


    A tinge of disappointment washed over Katelyn. She had hoped to unveil the puppeteer this time around. Yet, it seemed her n had hit a snag.


    As the conversation continued, the electronically masked voice said again, “Sophia, I’ll give you one month. If you can’t locate Hades by then, don’t expect to receive the antidote for what courses through your veins.”


    Katelyn was all too aware that the poison in Sophia’s bloodstream was now almost gone. And Sophia, the architect of the toxin, knew that too. Another twist emerged: Sophia knew Katelyn was Hades, yet her conversation veered off course.


    Katelyn sensed something was off but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.


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