If Ashlyn completed her task at the palace by then, that night would be the perfect opportunity. With so many guests present, chaos would be inevitable—making it the ideal moment to act.

Vincent watched her sink into thought, already understanding what was on her mind. “We’ll go with that day. But I need to plan everything carefully beforehand,” he offered.

The consequences of failure would be catastrophic.

Katelyn understood the gravity of the situation and didn’t . She simply nodded. “Alright.”

With Vincent involved, the likelihood of success increased significantly. Without wasting any time, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Ashlyn.

“Will you be at the King’s private banquet in five days?” A response came almost instantly.

“I won’t be there. I’m just the royal family’s exclusive jewelry designer,” Ashlyn replied.

For a jewelry designer, it was an esteemed title. But it still didn’t grant her the privilege of attending the King’s banquet.

Seeing Ashlyn’s message, Katelyn let out a quiet sigh of relief. She typed back, “Got it. So, are you coming back a day early? Do you need me to pick you up?”

Ashlyn’s reply followed almost instantly. “No need. Khalid is picking me up.”

Katelyn could sense the subtle shyness in Ashlyn’s words. She knew all too well how deeply Ashlyn admired Khalid. A small smile tugged at Katelyn’s lips, but the moment she thought of Sophia, it faded. Taking a slow breath, she pushed the emotion aside and turned to Vincent. “She won’t be there that day. We can go ahead with our plan.”

Vincent gave a firm nod. Now that the date was set, all that remained was preparation.

Katelyn and Vincent immersed themselves in their work, leaving no time for distractions. Fortunately, Alfy wasn’t around during this period, allowing them to proceed without added complications.

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Before they knew it, the day arrived.

That afternoon, Katelyn lounged in the garden, basking under the warm sun. She had completed everything she needed to, and for a rare moment, she allowed herself to relax.

Then, a shadow interrupted the sunlight. Sophia stepped out of the house and stood over Katelyn. “I have information about the T Organization’s network,” she said.

Katelyn cracked open one eye, glancing at Sophia with disinterest. “Move. You’re blocking my sun.”

She had no doubt that Sophia had her reasons for bringing this up now. And none of them were pure.

Sophia blinked, caught off guard. “You don’t want to know? Didn’t you go through all that trouble just to get me to share the information?”

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