Although Vincent had always known her whereabouts, he had to pretend that he just found it out. Otherwise, Sophia might suspect something.

Then, just as Vincent’s men entered the hotel elevator, Sophia finally made her move. She grabbed her things, stepped out of her room, and glanced toward the elevator, confirming they hadn’t reached her floor yet. Then she swiftly turned in the opposite direction. Under her breath, she muttered, “Annoying!”

At that moment, Katelyn sat in the study, quietly observing. Upon hearing this, she instinctively glanced at Vincent, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

Yet, Vincent appeared completely unfazed. He gave no indication that he had even heard Sophia’s words.

Katelyn fixed her gaze on Vincent. “Tell your men to ease up. They’re closing in on Sophia too fast.”

After all, it was nothing more than a carefully staged act. If they caught her now, the whole charade would come to an end.

Vincent finally looked up from his phone and glanced at the surveillance footage on Katelyn’s computer. He could see that his men’s speed was indeed too fast.

Without hesitation, he sent a message to Samuel. “Slow down. You’re getting too close.”

Samuel read the message and subtly adjusted his pace. His men, seasoned enough to pick up on his cues, instantly followed suit without needing further instruction.

Katelyn was pleased. This way, they could keep the illusion intact; Sophia would believe she was staying one step ahead, unaware that the game was rigged from the start.

After all, Sophia wasn’t someone to be underestimated. One wrong move could set off a chain reaction, undoing all their efforts in an instant.

Since Sophia had seemingly “shaken off” Samuel, Katelyn resumed tracking her movements. But strangely enough, Sophia had just been wandering around the city.

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Katelyn watched Sophia move aimlessly, no pattern, no destination. She sat at her desk, eyes locked on the screen, watching the blinking dot that represented Sophia’s location.

Vincent, having finished his work, noticed the focused look on Katelyn’s face. His brow furrowed slightly. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Katelyn pointed to the screen. “Do you think she suspects something?” She sat up straight, fingers flying over the keyboard, pulling up surveillance footage of Sophia’s surroundings. The screen revealed Sophia moving without any real direction, not interacting with anyone or doing anything unusual.

Katelyn gave it a brief glance before shutting the surveillance feed; any longer, and she’d have every camera locked onto Sophia. Sophia wasn’t an easy target—she would notice in minutes. Just then, Sophia was finally making a move.

Sophia scanned her surroundings, making sure no one was following her. Slipping into the flow of pedestrians, she hailed a taxi and disappeared into the city.

Further ahead, after traveling nearly three miles, she slipped out of the car unnoticed. If not for Katelyn’s tracker embedded inside her, this move might have been enough to throw any surveillance off her trail.

Sophia’s vigilance was unmatched, and her execution flawless. No wonder Katelyn had always struggled to catch her. Sophia was highly capable, executing every move with precision.

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