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    Vincent didn’t wait for Katelyn to voice her concerns. His voice cut through the tension as he dered, “Since Brendan chooses to make a move on Ashlyn now, then he shouldn’t expect to live.”


    The only reason Vincent hadn’t dealt with Brendan before was because they were both part of the Adams family.


    But since Brendan had chosen to ignite this conflict, Vincent would no longer show him any semnce of respect. Some people, through their own actions, simply forfeited the right to be treated with dignity.


    Katelyn turned to Vincent, her voice dropping to a resolute tone. “I’ll go too. You make the arrangements first. I’ll disguise myself before joining you.”


    The reality of their situation hung heavy in the air—the world believed Katelyn was already dead, making it impossible for her to appear in public with her true face. She needed to exercise extreme caution.


    Vincent nced at Katelyn. He recognized the futility of trying to dissuade her once her mind was made up. Rather than waste precious time in a pointless argument, he simply nodded and said, “Okay.”


    Without further discussion, Vincent hurried downstairs to mobilize his men.


    Only then did Katelyn begin the transformation process, skillfully applying her makeup. Altering her appearance was second nature to Katelyn. Within a mere thirty minutes, she had finished everything.


    The familiar Katelyn had vanished, reced by a woman with unremarkable features that would draw no attention. She even adjusted her posture to appear slightly hunched, fundamentally changing her entire presence and energy.


    Studying her reflection in the mirror, Katelyn nodded with quiet satisfaction. She didn’t dy any further and quickly headed downstairs.


    Vincent paused briefly, his trained eye taking an extra second to recognize the unremarkable womaning down the stairs as Katelyn. By this time, all the men Vincent had summoned were already mobilized and rushing outside.


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    He turned to Katelyn, his expression grave. “Let’s go!”


    With a firm shake of her head, Katelyn rejected his suggestion. “No, you take another car. I’ll drive separately.”


    At this critical juncture, having any woman appear alongside Vincent would immediately raise suspicions and unwanted attention.


    Despite her thorough disguise, caution remained essential. A single mistake could expose everything. If her true identity were discovered now, months of careful nning and sacrifice would crumble instantly. Vincent wanted to protest, but he recognized the wisdom in Katelyn’s approach. Her reasoning was sound—being seen together now presented an unnecessary risk.


    His eyes locked with hers before he took a deep breath and conceded in a voice barely above a whisper, “Okay, but be careful. Contact me immediately if anything happens.” At this point, he could only say this.


    Katelyn nodded.


    Vincent’s gaze lingered on her for one final, meaningful moment before he turned and strode purposefully toward the car.


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