Katelyn’s gaze turned cold, her voice matching its frost. “That’s my box, with my personal belongings inside.”
The imposter glanced at the kit, her tone casual and condescending. “I don’t know where you came from, trying to act like me and copy everything I’ve done. But a fake is always just a fake.”
Katelyn’s fists tightened as anger surged through her. The tension in her hands mirrored the pressure building inside her. She wanted nothing more than to rip the mask off this imposter’s face and make her pay for her audacity. Her brazen arrogance was even worse than Lise’s.
With a cold, mocking smile, Katelyn shot back, “That kit is mine. And if you want to keep playing this game, you should know there’s a small handgun hidden inside.”
“Are you really going to tell me the gun belongs to you too?” The words hung heavily in the air as the fake Hades remained silent for a moment, her composure momentarily slipping.
Katelyn wasted no time. She moved toward the box with determined precision. She hated that it had come to this, but there was no other choice. She had to prove who she was.
Her medical kit wasn’t ordinary—it was designed with a hidden feature. With a quick press and slide, a secret compartment opened, revealing a gun tucked neatly inside. Without hesitation, Katelyn pulled it out, aiming it directly at the imposter with steady hands.
“I’m telling you one last time—take off your mask!”
The fake Hades’ eyes flashed with anger, the crack in her composure growing visible for a brief moment. Vincent observed the standoff, his expression unreadable. Even he found himself uncertain, struggling to discern who was real and who was an imposter. He hadn’t spent enough time with Hades to be sure, but he knew one thing—Katelyn was the person he trusted to handle this crisis.
But where was Katelyn now?
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Neil, visibly annoyed, leaned back in his wheelchair, snapping, “Put the gun down!” This content belongs to find(?)ovel.net
Katelyn ignored him, her resolve unwavering. She clicked off the safety, keeping the weapon trained on the imposter. “Take off your mask. Now.”
The imposter quickly regained her composure, her tone dripping with mockery. “Do you really think you can just get rid of me and take my place with tricks like this? You’re dreaming. Without me, Carol will remain stuck in that bed forever. Only I can save her.”
Her voice turned sharper, laced with contempt. “I can’t stand people like you—willing to do anything for a quick profit.”
“You want my position, but have you ever thought about whether you can handle what comes with it?”
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