Resigned to the drug’s grip, Alfy leaned into Katelyn, her voice low and laced with forced longing. “I want you. My body is so uncomfortable.”

Katelyn understood. Alfy was aware of the situation. Maintaining the pretense, she acted accordingly.

From the inner pocket of her jacket, she retrieved an antidote pill and placed it carefully into Alfy’s mouth. Katelyn had prepared for exactly this kind of scenario, and the antidote was now proving indispensable.

With the medicine coursing through her system, Alfy felt a remarkable improvement. Weakness followed swiftly, however, leaving her barely able to stand without Katelyn’s steady support.

The two lingered in the restroom for what felt like hours, waiting patiently until every last trace of the toxin had been purged from Alfy’s body.

Before venturing out, Katelyn meticulously reapplied the disguise to Alfy’s face, ensuring nothing looked amiss.

Alfy played her role flawlessly — a woman thoroughly enchanted by Katelyn, her every movement radiating willing compliance. As they re-entered the hall, she committed fully to the charade, responding to Katelyn’s bold gestures with convincing enthusiasm.

The men watching couldn’t conceal their envy. They marveled at Katelyn’s apparent persuasiveness, astonished at the ease with which she had won the woman over.

Vincent merely raised an eyebrow. The young woman appeared clear-headed now, yet she still yielded to Katelyn’s every whim. Something about it struck him as peculiar.

Alfy settled obediently at Katelyn’s side as the host’s voice boomed across the room.

“We will now proceed to the next auction. You are free to do as you wish with the women you have purchased, provided you do not violate the rules of Butterfly Valley.”

While the announcement continued, Bernie appeared on the second floor.

Alfy spotted him instantly and froze. Then, a moment later, joy flooded through her. Her uncle had truly come — it hadn’t been a hallucination after all.

In that brief, precious moment, happiness enveloped her completely. Not only was Katelyn alive, but both Katelyn and Bernie had come specifically to rescue her.

Just as Alfy parted her lips to speak, she caught a subtle shake of Katelyn’s head. She closed her mouth at once. She didn’t fully understand the warning, but she trusted it without question.

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The other men, observing how completely Alfy yielded to Katelyn’s every cue, grew increasingly intrigued. Bids soon flew across the room as they competed eagerly for the women displayed on stage.

Katelyn’s earlier arrangement had already secured Alfy’s fate — she would not face the humiliation of the auction block. Vincent, meanwhile, found himself puzzled by the unusual intimacy between Katelyn and this young woman.

Until Katelyn discreetly traced the name “Alfy” across his palm.

Understanding dawned immediately in his eyes, surprise flickering across his features. He hadn’t expected the disguised figure beside Katelyn to be Alfy herself. The situation was more tangled than he had imagined.

At that moment, Katelyn spotted an unexpected presence — Sophia. After a brief moment of thought, she recalled Sophia’s affiliation with the T Organization, which explained her appearance here.

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