Katelyn stepped out of the car and made her way toward the mall.

From behind the car window, Vincent’s eyes held a steely glint as he made a phone call to Samuel.

“Monitor Westine Mall continuously.”

Samuel quickly responded, “Got it!”

After ending the call, Vincent reached out to Jaxen.

Jaxen, who was at an arcade with Alfy, felt his phone vibrate.

“Alfy, I need to step away for a moment.” He then found a quieter corner to answer the call.

“Vincent, what’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“Meet me in the parking lot outside Westine Mall with your laptop,” Vincent said briefly.

Jaxen, familiar with Vincent’s direct manner, recognized the urgency.

“I’ll be there shortly.”

Alfy, meanwhile, was engrossed in a claw machine game but glanced over at Jaxen’s serious face, approaching with concern.

“What’s the matter? You seem upset.”

“We have to leave. Let’s go,” Jaxen said, taking Alfy’s hand as they left the arcade.

Alfy, though unclear on the details, could sense from Jaxen’s tone that the situation was serious.

Back at the mall, Katelyn settled at a small coffee stand, ordering herself a coffee.

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She had barely been seated for three minutes when a sweet, youthful voice called out to her, “Excuse me, Miss, are you Katelyn Bailey?”

Katelyn glanced downward to see a little girl with charming pigtails standing before her.

Taken aback, she nodded and asked, “Yes, I am Katelyn Bailey. Do you need something from me?”

In a sweet, tender voice, the little girl pointed towards the back of the mall.

“A pretty lady is waiting for you over there.” A flicker of suspicion crossed Katelyn’s mind.

After delivering the message, the little girl cheerfully rushed back to her parents, who were observing with gentle smiles.

Their appearance suggested they were just a normal family of three, perhaps having done a simple good deed by helping pass the message; nothing about them seemed out of the ordinary. They walked on, hand in hand, blending into the crowd of shoppers.

Katelyn rose, settled her bill, and headed in the direction indicated by the child.

At the designated spot, she looked through the clear glass of a hair salon and spotted Ashlyn seated inside, a stylist attentively working on her hair.

As Ashlyn caught sight of Katelyn, her expression softened into a warm, inviting smile.

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