The imposter’s body quivered, almost collapsing under the weight of her terror. Her skin turned ashen, and her face froze in horror.

Even Lise, who stood close by, rubbed her arms, visibly unsettled by the description. Could such an awful thing really exist? The thought alone was terrifying.

Katelyn gave the imposter a light smile, her voice almost casual.

“I’d suggest you make the most of this chance. Even if you don’t want to talk, I have plenty of ways to find out who you work for. But the choice between surviving or suffering more—well, that’s up to you.”

Each word Katelyn spoke seemed to jab at the imposter’s frayed, fragile nerves. The imposter’s eyes widened, her mouth beginning to move as if she were finally about to speak.

“I’ll talk.” In that instant, it seemed as though the imposter’s defenses crumbled entirely. Her eyes, filled with desperation, met Katelyn’s.

“I’ll confess everything, just promise me a quick exit afterward.”

“Agreed,” Katelyn responded with a firm nod.

With effort, the imposter whispered, “Lean in. I’ll speak to you alone.”

Katelyn hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with doubt, but then she inclined her head toward the imposter.

Suddenly, a sharp gleam flashed from the imposter’s hand as she swung violently at Katelyn’s neck.

“Go!” Vincent’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Look out!”

Katelyn reacted instantly, sidestepping the blade with grace. Without a moment’s hesitation, she discharged her weapon, the bullet striking the imposter’s left wrist.

“Aaaah!” The imposter screamed as the bullet wound joined the other two gunshot wounds, her body writhing in agony on the floor as blood poured from her injuries.

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“Come on, if you dare, finish me! Grant me a swift end!” she spat, defiance lacing her voice despite her pain.

Vincent quickly moved to Katelyn, checking that she was unharmed before turning his icy stare toward the fallen imposter. His presence was overwhelming, like a heavy cloud that suffocates the air, sending a chill down the spine.

Katelyn had narrowly escaped a lethal attack, the knife coming terrifyingly close to ending her life. The blade had nearly sliced through her throat.

“You wish for death, and I shall oblige!” Vincent’s eyes fixed on the imposter with cold resolve, as if she were already dead.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Samuel’s number, his gaze never leaving the fallen woman.

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