The masked man seemed taken aback by Ashlyn’s response. He had been observing her from the shadows for quite some time, convinced that she was actually Sophia in disguise, attempting to get close to Katelyn in order to attack when the time was right. Yet now the circumstances appeared different.

He warned coldly, “I’d advise against any deceit. Make your move swiftly, or face the consequences!”

The threat in his voice was noticeable. Ashlyn paled, her hands shaking subtly. It was evident this man’s intentions were far from harmless.

Since her arrival in Granville, misunderstandings had dogged Ashlyn, with both Vincent and Katelyn confusing her for someone else. Now, another unfamiliar figure had arrived, confronting her. The situation was increasingly strange.

Nevertheless, Ashlyn endeavored to stay composed, fixing her stare on the menacing figure.

“You’re demanding action, but who is the target?”

She was quietly probing, attempting to gather as much information as possible. Though unaware of the exact identity this man presumed her to be, she hoped to glean some insights.

Suddenly, the man’s manner became more threatening, and he pressed a dagger to Ashlyn’s throat. The sudden danger caused her to grasp the railing behind her for stability.

A trace of suspicion crossed his eyes as he scanned the surroundings. Was Vincent orchestrating something else that made Sophia continue this act?

At that moment, Samuel, concealed nearby, noticed the gleam of the dagger under the light, though the man wielding it remained unseen. His features hardened in response. This was a disaster!

Samuel quickly commanded, “Move, we have a situation!” His team, previously concealed, began converging towards Ashlyn’s location.

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At that moment, Katelyn stepped out of the restroom.

The masked man caught the sound of her footsteps and realized he had to make a quick exit to avoid detection. Given Vincent’s extensive network, escaping unnoticed would prove challenging. He shot a chilling look at Ashlyn and said, “Sophia, drop the act. The others in my group aren’t as lenient as I am!” Without hesitation, he vanished swiftly into the darkness.

Just then, Katelyn reached the end of the corridor. She caught sight of Ashlyn staggering, on the verge of falling.

Katelyn hurried over, concern evident in her voice.

“Miss Marshall, are you okay?” She supported Ashlyn, who appeared deeply shaken, her complexion pale.

Ashlyn turned to Katelyn, her voice low.

“Miss Bailey, who is Sophia?”

When they first met, Katelyn had spoken this name. Today, the man in black had also referred to her as Sophia. Who exactly was Sophia?

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