Katelyn was caught off guard, her gaze focused on Ashlyn with newfound curiosity. She wondered, given that she had only been away briefly to the restroom, why Sophia was suddenly a topic of discussion. Was Ashlyn trying to divert suspicion by bringing up the name?
At that moment, Katelyn’s phone buzzed. She checked it to find a message from Vincent: “Someone approached Ashlyn while you were away. Stay alert.”
Katelyn’s understanding of the situation deepened. But she pondered—could this person be connected to the T Organization? Hiding her doubts, Katelyn gently asked, “What happened? Why bring up her name all of a sudden?” Her tone was that of a concerned friend, but internally, she was bracing for Ashlyn’s explanation.
Ashlyn slumped onto a nearby wooden bench, shivering as if gripped by a cold breeze. Grasping Katelyn’s hand, her body shaking, she explained, “A man in black just confronted me, pressing me to hurry. He called me Sophia. I need to know who she is; I’m truly frightened.” Her fear was noticeable and overwhelming.
Katelyn was taken aback. She scrutinized Ashlyn closely. Could it really be that Ashlyn wasn’t Sophia, especially given how openly she shared this encounter?
Katelyn could feel the trembling in Ashlyn’s body, and her fear appeared to be real. But could this be yet another of Sophia’s schemes?
Ashlyn and Sophia bore a striking resemblance to each other, differentiated only by Sophia’s unique spider lily tattoo. Yet, for someone determined to conceal their identity, altering such a detail wouldn’t pose much of a challenge.
Sitting down beside Ashlyn, Katelyn replied, “Sophia is a mercenary. It’s possible the man mistook you for her.”
She scrutinized Ashlyn’s reaction closely, searching for any hint of deception. Yet, Ashlyn displayed no signs of dishonesty. Her response came as a trembling whisper, “A mercenary?”
Ashlyn looked confused.
“Why do I look so much like a female mercenary? What on earth is going on?” Ashlyn’s voice trembled, and tears fell from her eyes. Fear was clear in her expression.
Katelyn reached into her bag and pulled out a tissue. She handed it to Ashlyn gently, speaking in a soft, calming tone.
“Don’t worry. They won’t hurt you. They’re after someone else.”
Ashlyn’s fear was undeniably genuine to Katelyn. She still couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. Could it be possible that people in the world looked exactly alike, aside from twin sisters? Ashlyn’s unease lingered, and the fear in her eyes grew stronger. She held onto Katelyn’s hand even tighter.
“Who are they trying to kill? You know, don’t you?”
From the very start, it was clear that Vincent and Katelyn had known everything about that person.
Katelyn relaxed in her chair, the cool breeze brushing past her. Her voice was icy as she said, “Me.”
Ashlyn froze, her mind racing.
“What?” She couldn’t believe what Katelyn had just said. It took a few seconds for her to grasp the meaning behind it.
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