Katelyn staggered, disbelief etched across her face. The dart was laced with poison. Sophia had come fully prepared to end her life. Weakened, Katelyn found herself unable to evade Sophia’s next attack.
At that critical moment, Vincent burst in from the side, landing a powerful kick that sent Sophia sprawling across the ground. His gaze burned fiercely as he stood protectively in front of Katelyn, his presence radiating menace. “How dare you lay a hand on her!”
His eyes blazed with deadly intent, a silent promise of severe consequences for anyone who dared harm Katelyn.
Sophia, weakened but still defiant, let out a maniacal laugh. “What can you do now? If I go down, I’ll take my dear friend Katelyn with me.”
“Dear friend?” Vincent’s mind raced at the revelation. Katelyn and Sophia had been close? How had Katelyn become entangled with an assassin from such an organization? Yet this was not the time for questions.
As tension hung thick in the air, Samuel approached rapidly, his face a mask of urgency. “Mr. Adams”
Vincent carefully lifted Katelyn into his arms, his tone icy and authoritative. “Take her away, but ensure she stays alive.” Without hesitation, he hurried her toward the hospital, conveniently located nearby.
Katelyn’s consciousness wavered, her grip tightening on the wound at her wrist. Her skin was darkening—a clear sign of the poison taking effect. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she looked up at Vincent, her expression filled with deep regret. For more chapters visit
She had never harmed an innocent person in her life. Guided by principles and conscience, she had worked diligently to reach her standing. Now, facing death at Sophia’s hands, a flood of unfinished dreams and thoughts consumed her. There were still so many things she hadn’t done, so many people she cared for.
“Vincent.” Her voice was hoarse and strained.
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Seeing her pale face, Vincent felt an invisible hand squeezing his heart. The looming threat of losing her filled him with panic, a restless edge that was foreign to him. “Don’t talk now; we’re almost at the doctor.”
“Sophia is skilled with poisons. If I can’t be saved, please look after Carol. Tell her I’m sorry for not being there more.” Katelyn’s words came out with difficulty, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious. It sounded ominously like a goodbye.
“Katelyn, you can’t leave me. You must fight this! Do you hear me?” Fear cracked through Vincent’s voice, his usual composure unraveling as the terror of loss gripped him for the first time. He fixated on the elevator display, silently willing it to move faster.
Leaning against him, Katelyn could hear the steady beat of his heart. She shook her head slowly, a sad smile forming on her lips. “I know you’ve done so much for me, but I’ve never been able to repay you.”
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