After watching Vincent’s departure, Katelyn made her way to the parking area, a coldness settling in her eyes. Anyone foolish enough to threaten those under her protection would face retribution without mercy.

Her expression hardened into something dangerous as she slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and accelerated away.

The location Jaxen had shared was already copied to her phone, providing Katelyn with a clear destination where Ashlyn was being held.

Deliberately, she chose a different route than Vincent would take.

Vincent’s path represented the most direct approach—fastest, but also the most likely to be under surveillance. The alternative route Katelyn selected was longer but offered the advantage of being overlooked by watchful eyes.

This strategic choice, combined with her effective disguise and the deliberately unremarkable vehicle she drove, made her blend in perfectly.

Katelyn froze for a brief moment as soon as she stepped out of the car. This wasn’t the run-down slum she had expected. Instead, towering before her was an upscale villa district. Security personnel patrolled with sharp, calculated movements.

Katelyn’s eyes landed on a cleaning lady exiting the villa grounds, hauling a trash bag.

Without hesitation, Katelyn approached her. A brief conversation. A discreet exchange of money. The deal was done.

Minutes later, Katelyn had transformed. Now clad in the cleaning lady’s uniform, her makeup deliberately muted, and her posture slightly hunched, she looked so unremarkable that no one would spare her a second glance. And that was exactly what she needed. Calmly, she pushed a trash bin down the pedestrian walkway, blending into the background.

On her wrist, an electronic watch displayed a blinking dot—the tracker leading her straight to Ashlyn’s location. She was already close. Just a few steps more.

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Just then, a group of men entered the villa district, moving with precision. At the center of them was Vincent. Even from a distance, his presence was suffocating.

Katelyn stole a quick glance at him before looking away. Their eyes met for a fleeting second, but that was enough. A silent confirmation. They were both safe.

Vincent’s expression remained unreadable as he led his team toward Brendan’s villa.

Inside the villa, Brendan lounged on the couch, a glass of red wine in hand, a lazy smirk curling on his lips as he raked his eyes over Ashlyn. His lecherous stare made her skin crawl.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he gestured to his men. “Take that tape off her mouth. What a shame to keep a beauty like her quiet. Women like her were meant to scream.”

As he spoke, his hand roamed over the woman in his lap, squeezing her backside with shameless greed. He let out a satisfied chuckle.

The tape was torn from Ashlyn’s mouth—and she erupted, “You filthy pervert! You’re nothing but a walking sack of depravity! I will definitely make you pay for this!” Her fury burned white-hot. His disgusting gaze, his very presence, made her stomach churn.

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