Katelyn’s sharp eyes met Vincent’s, and in that brief exchange, they silently agreed on their next move.
Vincent turned to his subordinates, his voice icy and commanding. “Take her away.”
As Mona was dragged out, she thrashed and screamed, her voice filled with venomous glee. “Hahaha! Even if you’ve caught me, it doesn’t matter! None of you will make it out alive!” Her wild laughter echoed through the room.
Then, her gaze locked onto Samuel, and she sneered, “Did you know my bullets are coated with poison? You’re as good as dead.”
Mona’s words sent a chill through the room. Alfy and Jaxen, who had remained composed until now, exchanged worried glances. To them, Samuel wasn’t just an assistant, he was a friend, a comrade. They couldn’t let anything happen to him.
Yet, Samuel himself seemed unfazed. He met Mona’s gaze with a smirk, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So what?”
Samuel’s calm defiance only deepened Mona’s frustration. Who were these people standing by Vincent’s side? They didn’t flinch in the face of death; it was as if they welcomed it.
Katelyn, however, had no time for Mona’s theatrics. Her voice was low but firm, cutting through the tension like a blade. “You think killing him is that easy? Not when he is in my hands!”
Mona froze, her confidence wavering for the first time. What did this woman mean? Her poison was no ordinary toxin; it was the deadliest nerve agent from the Verdant Reach. Once it entered the bloodstream, death was inevitable. There was no way Samuel could survive… right?
Katelyn didn’t spare Mona another glance. Her focus was entirely on Samuel. “Let’s go!” she barked, her voice sharp and commanding.
The subordinates sprang into action, their urgency amplified by Mona’s chilling warning about the poisoned bullet. Every second counted, and they knew even the slightest delay could prove fatal. They moved swiftly, securing Samuel while Katelyn took charge, her focus razor-sharp. They left the chaos of the restaurant behind.
Vincent, however, stayed behind. His icy gaze locked onto Mona, his expression unreadable but menacing. “Now,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “It’s your turn.”
Before Mona could react, Vincent closed the distance between them in a single stride. His hand shot out, gripping her chin with a firmness that left no room for resistance. He forced her mouth open and swiftly tossed a small pill inside.
Mona’s eyes widened in panic as she tried to spit it out, but the pill dissolved instantly upon contact with her tongue, leaving no trace to expel. She glared at Vincent, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and fury. “What did you just give me?”
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Vincent’s expression remained cold and unyielding. “Consider it a little incentive to cooperate,” he replied, his tone devoid of emotion. He offered no further explanation.
Within moments, Mona was dragged away, her protests fading into the distance as Vincent watched with a steely calm.
Vincent turned to Jaxen, his tone firm and decisive. “Keep Alfy safe. It’s too dangerous out here. Send her back to her uncle’s place.” Without waiting for a response, Vincent strode away, his mind racing ahead. He knew the moment he and Katelyn stepped outside, they’d be walking into a storm of trouble. The last thing he wanted was to expose Alfy to unnecessary danger, especially when a single misstep could complicate things further for Katelyn.
Alfy, though visibly unhappy, understood Vincent’s reasoning. She crossed her arms and let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes following Vincent as he disappeared from view. “I just don’t want to go back,” she muttered.
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