With a cruel smirk, the fat man mocked Zoey, “You might be sick, but I can still sell your organs—heart, liver, lungs, kidneys—to those wealthy people desperate for a transplant.”
Even though diseases like AIDS had no cure, the wealthy were still willing to pay a fortune for organ transplants when their own bodies started to fail. As for the money they spent? It was nothing short of a fortune.
The mere mention of having her organs removed sent violent tremors through Zoey’s entire body. Pushing past the pain, she dragged herself up, inch by inch, creeping toward the fat man.
“Please, have mercy! I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t hurt me,” she begged desperately.
Survival was her sole desire. Living meant a chance at vengeance.
Yet, how many merciful souls frequented such a place? The fat man grabbed Zoey by her hair, his face contorted with disdain. “You expect mercy?”
As Zoey nodded frantically, he scoffed, “Keep dreaming!”
Zoey’s entire body shook violently. At that moment, the light in her eyes seemed to fade away. It felt as if every last trace of life was draining out of her.
Meanwhile, Sophia had risen and departed without a backward glance at Zoey. Today’s appearance by her was seemingly just to auction off Zoey.
Katelyn’s expression showed concern. Was she reading too much into this earlier?
She started to step forward, but Vincent caught her wrist, holding her back. Leaning in, he whispered, “Not yet. I’ll have someone check things out first.”
Katelyn halted, giving Vincent a nod. “Understood.”
Vincent promptly sent a message to Samuel. “Stay alert.”
Within a minute, Samuel replied, “Sophia’s car is on the move. We have a tail on her.”
Katelyn and Vincent read the update, exchanged a knowing look, and then pushed through the door to pursue Sophia. After all, seeing Sophia here today was a rare occurrence. Katelyn knew she couldn’t let this chance slip away. Capturing someone at the casino had proved challenging, but outside might prove easier.
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But just as Katelyn and Vincent stepped out of the private room, Zoey, who had been dragged away earlier, caught a glimpse of Katelyn’s silhouette. Even though she could only make out a silhouette, unable to see the face, Zoey’s eyes instantly filled with hope. Desperation took over as she screamed, “Katelyn, save me!”
The outcry drew everyone’s gaze toward Katelyn and Vincent. Before Zoey could grasp what was happening, a loud gunshot echoed.
Bang!
Zoey crumpled to the ground in full view, a bullet ending her pleas.
Disbelief and terror filled her eyes as she collapsed.
The fat man recoiled in terror, his face twisting in fear as if bracing himself to avoid being drenched in her blood. His concern was clear; contamination from Zoey’s infection could spell disaster for him. From a corner, the gunman lifted his weapon, taking aim at Katelyn. Then, two shots rang out.
Katelyn, foreseeing the attack, dodged swiftly. Both she and Vincent drew their firearms, returning fire toward the assailant.
As chaos ensued, the crowd dispersed wildly. The casino’s bodyguards immediately pulled out their weapons and took off in pursuit. Instead of aiming at the shooter, their weapons were locked onto Katelyn and Vincent. The loyalty of the casino’s guards was unmistakable.
Dodging an incoming bullet, Katelyn took cover behind a column. She exchanged a quick glance with Vincent, warning, “Stay sharp. This might be one of Sophia’s setups.”
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