What Alfy said left everyone stunned.

Katelyn’s breath caught for a moment. She had never met Alfy in person before. So how could she recognize her?

And to make things worse, she did it at a time like this. Alfy’s words only stirred up more questions about Katelyn’s identity.

Vincent narrowed his eyes, as if piecing something together. He looked over at Alfy. “You’re saying she’s your mentor?”

Katelyn rubbed her temples, her voice soft but firm. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not your mentor.”

Alfy kept her gaze on Katelyn, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Are you sure? My mentor’s really a beautiful woman. And, well, you’re really beautiful too.”

A beautiful woman?

That word stuck with Vincent, setting off a string of thoughts. Up until now, TS’s identity had been completely unknown, and most had just assumed TS was a man. But now, there was finally a clear hint—it pointed to a woman. And Katelyn matched the description perfectly.

Katelyn let out a quiet sigh, though she kept it inside. In that moment, she wasn’t sure what to say. Gently, she slipped her arm out of Alfy’s hold, doing so without a word.

“I’m not your mentor,” she explained, keeping her tone calm. “I’m just a designer.”

Alfy’s face dropped a little, disappointment settling in. “Oh, I see. I must’ve been mistaken.”

Still, her mood lightened as she smiled. “But you’re really gorgeous. You look like a movie star.”

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Alfy’s favorite thing, aside from IT, was admiring beautiful women. And seeing someone as elegant and stunning as Katelyn always lifted her spirits.

Katelyn gave a faint smile in return. “You’re really pretty yourself. Just a cute, little thing.” Find the newest release on FιndNovel.net

Alfy scratched her head, her cheeks pink from embarrassment.

Suddenly, something seemed to click in her mind. She stepped forward and grabbed Katelyn’s wrist again, this time holding on a bit tighter. “Can I stick with you? I’d rather not be around that ugly guy.”

Her words were heavy with sarcasm, and she shot Jaxen a quick, dismissive glance. Her eyes were filled with contempt. “And his hair color?” she added with a smirk. “It’s awful.”

Jaxen’s expression darkened, his face hardening. No one had ever talked to him like that before. Jaxen’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles cracking so loudly it made everyone flinch.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Whoever responded is exactly who I’m talking about!” Alfy rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “You’re not just ugly, you’ve got a terrible attitude. I barely said anything, and then you showed up and dragged me out of my house. So rude, indeed!”

“You—” Jaxen’s face flushed with anger, his eyes practically burning holes into her.

“Let’s settle this outside! I’ll make sure you admit you’re wrong today!” he growled.

Arms crossed, Alfy shrugged. “A lady doesn’t stoop to fighting with men like you.”

With a quick move, she ducked behind Katelyn, sticking her tongue out at Jaxen as if daring him to do something.

Jaxen froze for a moment, helpless. He had never been this mad before—so mad he almost wanted to hit her. Alfy needed to learn her lesson. If he didn’t deal with her, how could he maintain his image and handle anyone else in the future?

As he stepped forward, ready to act, Alfy’s smug look quickly turned into panic. “Help me!” she shouted, pulling Katelyn in front of her like a shield.

Katelyn let out a deep sigh, meeting Jaxen’s furious gaze with calm eyes. She softened her tone, her eyes holding steady. “Calm down. She’s just a child.”

Jaxen clenched his teeth, his face growing darker by the second. “A child like her needs discipline, and sometimes that means a good beating,” he said, his voice sharp.

He reached out to grab Alfy, but she moved faster than he expected.

Without a moment’s pause, Alfy turned and bolted, darting around Katelyn as if she were a post in a wild game of tag. Her quick, nimble steps echoed in the room, her small frame almost dancing with each turn. Katelyn sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples, feeling the stress creep in.

Why did it suddenly feel like she was stuck in a playground with unruly kids?

Alfy was small but fast, slipping from Jaxen’s reach every single time. It wasn’t just luck—she was clearly playing with him, laughing in the face of his frustration.

“Enough! Cut this out!” Vincent, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. His voice was calm but firm, like a wall shutting everything down.

Instantly, the room went still. Alfy looked over at Vincent, her eyes wide with fear. She edged closer to Katelyn, almost hiding behind her.

There was something about Vincent—more intimidating than Jaxen’s anger, more threatening in his silence. Vincent’s cold stare settled on her, and she felt her heart skip.

“Who’s your mentor, really?”

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