Mona’s eyes shifted to the bowl, then swept over the others at the table. No signs of distress or outrage were evident in their expressions. Alfy and Jaxen appeared entirely unfazed, obviously in on the plan from the start.

At this, Mona’s confusion turned to alarm. She stared at Katelyn, bewildered. “How did you know? You realized it was poisoned, and you still ate?”

Could such actions be considered normal? Mona was baffled by Katelyn’s behavior.

Alfy scoffed at Mona and said, “Honestly, you’re not too sharp. We ate it just to show you; it was all part of the act.”

Mona’s anger surged. She felt a strong urge to throttle Alfy. She had lost count of how many times she’d been teased about her intelligence! Mona had always taken pride in her expertise with toxins, yet here she was, completely outmaneuvered by someone she thought knew nothing of poisons.

Just then, the door swung open, and Samuel walked in with his team. Without hesitation, Vincent commanded, “Arrest her!” Continuing the dialogue was not on his agenda.

Samuel signaled, and his team swiftly encircled Mona.

Panic surged through Mona in a flash. She hadn’t foreseen Katelyn’s capabilities but refused to surrender. Her task was still unfinished. Determined not to let her mission falter, as security tightened around her, Mona deftly extracted a handgun from her pocket, training it on Katelyn. Her movements betrayed a trained precision.

“Die!” she screamed as she squeezed the trigger, aiming at Katelyn.

Katelyn, however, appeared prepared for such a move. Reacting with exceptional swiftness as the gun discharged, she vanished from sight, dodging the bullet at close range. The speed at which Katelyn moved stunned all who were watching. She became a mere blur to the onlookers.

Everyone held their breath, anxious to confirm Katelyn’s safety. They only exhaled in relief once she reappeared, unscathed and standing close by.

Simultaneously, the sudden escalation shocked Samuel’s team. They sprang into action, charging at Mona the moment she fired again. They grabbed her wrist and jerked it sharply. However, she had already squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

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“Aah!” A scream of pain filled the air.

The gunshot echoed, sharp and unforgiving. The bullet lodged deep into Samuel’s foot, its force unrelenting. Blood surged from the wound instantly, staining the floor beneath him.

“Samuell!” Katelyn shouted, her voice filled with panic.

In the chaos that followed, everyone sprang into action. Mona was swiftly overpowered, her arms pinned down as Katelyn delivered a sharp kick, sending the gun skidding out of her hand. The once-arrogant woman was now subdued, her defiant demeanor shattered.

The commotion had sent the restaurant into pandemonium. Patrons scrambled in every direction, desperate to escape the danger. No one wanted to be near a scene involving guns; it was a matter of life and death.

Mona, now restrained, glared at Katelyn and Vincent with venom in her eyes. “You two should have been dead by now!” she spat, her voice dripping with hatred. Then, a twisted smirk spread across her face. “But it doesn’t matter. If I can’t kill you, someone else will. You’ll never make it out of Yata alive!”

Katelyn didn’t waste a second on Mona’s taunts. She rushed to Samuel’s side, her voice sharp and commanding as she barked orders at his men. “Get Samuel to the hospital, now!”

Every second counted. She knew the bullet had to be removed from his foot immediately, or the consequences could be dire.

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