In the back seat, Katelyn sat upright, her voice calm but laced with curiosity. “Did they check?” she asked.

Over the past few days, members of the T Organization, along with others who knew Katelyn, had all shown up to see her “body.” The hospital had been a revolving door of visitors, a chaotic mix of faces moving in and out. Whispers filled the air. Suspicion lingered in every glance.

Anticipating this, Katelyn had taken precautions. She had found a female corpse with a similar build and carefully applied makeup to make it look like her. This way, no matter how deep they dug or how closely they examined, they would find nothing but a perfect illusion. After all, the body on that bed was undeniably a corpse. No one would dare interfere with a dead body. And with Vincent standing watch, who would even think of trying?

Everyone had come to accept Katelyn’s death over the last few days. Any lingering doubts were erased when Vincent personally arranged for the body to be sent for cremation. This move only served to solidify the belief in the news of her death.

Vincent gave a firm nod and began explaining to Katelyn what had transpired at the hospital morgue.

Katelyn’s lips curled into a cold smile. “They just don’t know when to quit.”

They were too careful. Too meticulous. But that worked in her favor. Now that they had confirmed her supposed death, they would stop probing into anything further.

She shifted her gaze to Vincent, her expression turning serious. “Watch yourself when you get there. They might have another trick waiting for you.”

People this cautious wouldn’t back down easily. Not until they saw the very end.

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Vincent understood Katelyn’s warning immediately. His voice was steady. “I know. I’ve already taken care of it. Just leave it to me.” Katelyn never doubted Vincent’s ability to handle things with efficiency.

Now, with the situation in his hands and her operating behind the scenes, Katelyn found herself thinking more clearly. Everything on her end was falling into place without a hitch.

Meanwhile, the group that Vincent had encountered didn’t waste a second. They left the hospital swiftly, slipping into their vehicles and driving off. Their destination was a secluded villa not far from the hospital.

Inside, they moved quickly, stepping into the room with purpose. The moment they spotted T, they lowered their heads in respect. “Boss, Katelyn is confirmed dead. We examined the body ourselves—no signs of breathing, and the decay proves she’s been gone for days.”

T stood by the window, his eyes fixed on the fallen leaves in the courtyard. No smile touched his face, only a faint glimmer of deep thought as he spoke, his tone icy. “Head to the crematorium and check again.”

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