Vincent snapped to attention. “Right away,” he responded, already moving.

Sophia thrashed against her restraints with desperate intensity, but the specialized ropes only constricted tighter with each frantic movement, like pythons responding to their prey’s struggles. Her violent resistance left angry welts on her arms and legs, the flesh swelling beneath the bonds.

Yet in her frenzy, Sophia seemed oblivious to her self-inflicted injuries, continuing her relentless struggle against the restraints.

Any lingering doubt in Katelyn’s mind vanished—something was definitely wrong with Sophia’s system.

True to form, Vincent returned in mere minutes with everything prepared.

Katelyn seized the medical implements and began drawing blood from Sophia.

“Katelyn, get the hell away from me!” Sophia snarled through clenched teeth. “Don’t touch me, or I swear I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth.”

Katelyn remained unmoved by the stream of threats. Sophia’s increasingly erratic behavior only confirmed her suspicions about the blood anomaly.

Once she secured the samples, Katelyn turned to Vincent. “Keep watch over her. I’ll return shortly.”

Vincent had thought ahead when purchasing this place, equipping it with everything Katelyn might need for her work, allowing her to conduct the analysis right there at home.

Vincent acknowledged with a nod as Katelyn strode away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Even at a distance, Sophia’s venomous cries rang out. “Katelyn, get the fucking back here!” Killing intent dripped from every syllable she screamed.

But Katelyn had vanished, leaving only Vincent to stand sentinel, his cold gaze fixed on their captive.

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“Save your breath,” he said flatly. “She’s gone.”

Trembling with unbridled fury, Sophia couldn’t believe anyone would dare meddle in her affairs like this. She turned her rage on Vincent, spitting words like venom. “Vincent, are you fucking deaf? I said get out!”

Vincent regarded her with eyes like frozen lakes, his voice matching their chill. “You think I want to be here? Ha.”

His gaze flicked dismissively to his subordinate. “Shut her up.” Vincent’s patience had worn paper-thin.

His man moved swiftly, silencing Sophia’s tirade. Blessed quiet descended over the room like a heavy curtain.

Meanwhile, Katelyn hunched over her equipment, methodically analyzing the blood samples.

Thirty minutes crawled by before the final results emerged. When they did, the revelation hit her like a physical blow. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed into the chair behind her. Horror bloomed in her eyes as she stared at the results.

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