Katelyn watched their car leave before saying, “They’ve left.”
Vincent gave no reply. Instead, he turned to his subordinates and commanded, “Prepare for the final rites.”
Only after a genuine cremation would the T Organization cease their pursuit of Katelyn. This would ensure her safety.
Samuel nodded, acknowledging the order.
Soon, everything turned to ashes under the intense heat of the burning furnace.
At that moment, the T Organization received official confirmation—Katelyn was dead. Her body had been completely cremated. Vincent, on the other hand, was drowning in grief. The weight of sorrow had drained the life from his face, leaving him gaunt and hollow-eyed. The charm and vitality that once defined him had faded.
T stared at the message with an unreadable expression before sending a simple directive.
“You can come back now.”
Sitting in the courtyard, Sophia stared blankly at the message on her phone. She had come to gain Katelyn’s trust and ultimately steal information. Who could have predicted that before she could gather any secrets, Katelyn would inadvertently pave the way for her own downfall?
Although Sophia hadn’t witnessed Katelyn’s death firsthand, Vincent’s sorrowful state and the T’s confirmation left no room for doubt. Katelyn was gone.
And yet… a strange emptiness settled in Sophia’s chest. Her mind drifted back to the years she had spent studying under their mentor. Katelyn had pursued medicine, while she had delved into toxicology. Two distinct fields, yet intricately connected.
Sophia wasn’t as adept at medicine, whereas Katelyn had also mastered the art of toxins. Back then, Katelyn had been frequently lauded by their teacher for her brilliance—a fact that stirred jealousy within Sophia. For years, that jealousy had simmered. Thus, Sophia had long harbored a deep-seated hatred for Katelyn.
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Sophia’s association with the T Organization had partly been because of the poison that controlled her, but more than that, it was a desperate need to compete. To prove that she was better than Katelyn. But now, Katelyn was gone—and Sophia had nothing to show for it.
A smirk played on Sophia’s lips, her eyes flickering with coldness. She murmured, her voice laced with mockery, “Katelyn… I never expected your life to end so soon.”
Yet, deep within her gaze, buried beneath the layers of scorn, a faint trace of something else lingered—bitterness.
At that moment, Ashlyn descended the stairs. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying, the toll of the past few days etched into her face.
The moment she stepped outside, Ashlyn’s gaze landed on Sophia. Her expression darkened, and she turned sharply, heading back toward the main building.
However, Sophia had already noticed Ashlyn. A faint smile curled on her lips as she spoke. “Miss Marshall, why are you avoiding me? Are you afraid of me?”
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