Finally, the competition was over. Yet the excitement around it lingered online.

Just as the live stream came to an end, a startling bang suddenly erupted beside Katelyn.

Katelyn turned sharply, her eyes landing on Ashlyn, who was already lying on the floor. The people around them froze, their faces filled with surprise. Without a second thought, Katelyn hurried over to Ashlyn to assess what had happened.

Katelyn looked at Aimee, urgency in her voice.

“Aimee, call an ambulance, now.”

Aimee acted immediately, dialing the emergency number without delay.

After a quick check, Katelyn realized Ashlyn wasn’t in immediate danger, and she let out a deep breath, holding off on any further urgent actions. There was no rush. Everything could wait until the doctors arrived. Pushing forward too soon might expose more than she intended about her real capabilities.

Vincent’s gaze shifted to Katelyn, a slight crease in his brow. He spoke in a low, steady tone.

“What’s going on now?”

Katelyn stood up, careful not to move Ashlyn, and answered, “It looks like a neurotoxin.”

Not again, another neurotoxin! Vincent’s mind flashed back to the incident with Neil, where the same problem had occurred.

Katelyn spoke again, her voice calm yet firm.

“This one’s different. It’s not as urgent, more like a long-term effect.”

That meant neutralizing this neurotoxin quickly wouldn’t be easy.

A small sense of relief washed over Vincent. If Ashlyn were to fall ill in Granville, especially with him there, explaining it to the Marshall family during their investigation would be nearly impossible.

Neil, who had been sitting quietly, watched Katelyn closely.

It was clear now. Katelyn was pretending! It was obvious she had medical expertise, but she took pleasure in deceiving those around her.

The ambulance didn’t take long to arrive. The nearest hospital was just five minutes away, and it came quickly.

After the doctors took Ashlyn, Katelyn called the hospital she worked with. Ashlyn needed to be transferred there for a more thorough examination to identify the poison.

Lately, people in Katelyn’s circle had been facing neurotoxins more and more. She had to find out what was happening.

Once Ashlyn was taken away, Neil shifted his wheelchair to face Katelyn. His voice was soft as he spoke.

“Katelyn, I need to talk to you.”

Katelyn froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing with clear disdain as she looked at Neil. Without warmth, she responded, “What could we possibly have to talk about?”

There was nothing left between them but mutual dislike. If it weren’t for respecting Carol, Katelyn wouldn’t have given Neil a second thought.

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