The group exchanged confused glances, unsure why their boss would suddenly demand such a thing.
T’s gaze turned sharp, and his voice grew colder. “Any problem?”
Without hesitation, the men dropped to their knees, too frightened to even breathe. “We’ll go right away,” they whispered, quickly acknowledging the order.
If they hesitated for even a moment, their lives could very well end that day. They knew exactly what their boss was capable of. None of them wanted to test his patience and face the consequences.
They ran out as if their lives depended on it. They set things in motion at the crematorium, making the necessary arrangements.
Meanwhile, T remained by the window, his gaze locked on the world outside. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes, colder than the autumn wind. “Katelyn, you’d better be truly dead… or I’ll make sure you wish you were.”
How dare she ruin such a major business of his? She deserved to die! Rebuilding something of this scale wasn’t just about resources. It required perfect timing, the right people, and an astronomical amount of money.
At the crematorium, Katelyn stayed silent in the car, her eyes fixed on Vincent. Outside, he stood with composed behavior, overseeing his men as they carefully unloaded the corpse from the vehicle.
Up until this point, everything had gone according to plan. But then…
When Vincent and the others were taking the body to the crematorium, Katelyn noticed a car pulling up nearby, stopping next to hers. She wasn’t worried about being seen, as the windows of her car were made of one-way glass, making it impossible for anyone outside to see in.
She watched as the individuals in the other car stepped out and headed toward the crematorium. Swiftly, she took out her phone and sent a quick text to Vincent.
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“They’ve arrived,” it read.
Vincent saw the text almost immediately and understood Katelyn’s meaning.
After ensuring the text had been sent, Katelyn hacked into the crematorium’s surveillance system using her phone. Once inside, she was able to watch the events unfold in real-time. She saw the group moving toward Vincent’s location.
Katelyn then took out a pair of Bluetooth earphones, which served as a small walkie-talkie paired with Vincent’s frequency. This meant anything she said into the earphones could be heard by him and vice versa.
“They’ve reached the entrance,” Katelyn said into the earphone.
Vincent slowly looked towards the entrance upon hearing this and saw that, indeed, several people were coming towards him. Disguised as crematorium staff, the group moved quickly and with purpose.
When the group reached Vincent, they bowed respectfully. One of them said, “Mr. Adams, we have a promotion offering a complimentary service to prepare the deceased for a well-deserved and dignified farewell.”
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