The photo showed a street-side coffee shop in the background.
Despite being taken from a candid angle, it clearly centered on Katelyn and Alfy.
“Wasn’t Alfy taken by someone? How are they suddenly meeting up like this? Does that mean Katelyn and Alfy knew each other all along?”
Jaxen grumbled in frustration. “I’ve been worried sick about Alfy, and not a single message from her about being safe, and now she’s just hanging out with Katelyn.”
Vincent shot him a cool look and replied, “You guys aren’t exactly friends, and you even had a fight with Alfy the first time you met. Why would she reach out to you at all?”
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Vincent then studied the photo more closely, noticing the timestamp—it was taken just ten minutes ago. Katelyn had clearly said she would return to make him soup, so why did she go out to meet Alfy instead? What was more striking was how comfortable they looked together in the photo.
Vincent recalled the day when they first met Alfy and her seeming familiarity with Katelyn.
Reflecting on Alfy’s reactions made everything she said seem a bit unclear.
However, if Katelyn was really the mysterious TS, then it all started to make sense.
Vincent quickly called Samuel, his voice icy. “Are they still at the cafe?”
“Yes, they are,” Samuel replied.
He had happened to come downstairs and witnessed the scene, recognizing Alfy, which was why he took the photo.
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“Miss Bailey went to the grocery store, but on her way back, she ran into Alfy, who pulled her into the cafe.”
“Keep a close watch on them, especially Alfy. Let me know right away if anything seems off,” Vincent instructed before ending the call.
Jaxen had already put on his jacket.
“No need to trouble Samuel. I’ll go keep an eye on them myself.”
Holding his car keys, Jaxen looked determined, but Vincent wasn’t buying it.
“You just want to see Alfy,” Vincent remarked, cutting straight to the point.
Jaxen cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with Vincent.
“I’m just trying to get closer to TS. You know I’ve always wanted to be her apprentice.”
Vincent gave him a look of disdain but decided not to argue further.
Meanwhile, inside the cafe, Katelyn sat across from Alfy, who was gazing at her with a look of deep admiration.
“How long are you going to keep staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” Katelyn asked, caught off guard by the unexpected encounter with Alfy. She had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and dragged her into the cafe before she could refuse.
Alfy, with her chin resting on her hands, continued to look at Katelyn with awe.
“I’m staring because you’re so beautiful! How lucky am I to have such a gorgeous and talented mentor?”
Katelyn frowned and cut her off quickly. “Stop it. I’m not your mentor.”
She didn’t want to risk anyone overhearing and making things more complicated for her.
But Alfy’s expression shifted knowingly as she lowered her voice.
“You can trick others, but not me. I recognized you the moment we met.”
Katelyn’s mind raced with questions.
She went over all their conversations in her head—she had never shown her face. Could Alfy have recognized her just by her voice?
Noticing Katelyn’s confusion, Alfy shyly explained, “When you were teaching me coding, I saved all your voice messages and listened to them to sleep. So, I know your voice by heart. The moment you spoke, I knew it was you.”
Katelyn was at a loss for words.
She had never heard of anything so strange—saving someone’s voice recordings as a bedtime story?
Was Alfy just an overly enthusiastic fan?
With a proud tilt of her chin, Alfy’s eyes sparkled. “Aren’t I smart and dedicated? I recognized you right away. Go ahead, praise me, please.”
Alfy’s expression was like that of an eager puppy waiting for treats.
Katelyn offered a half-hearted response, “Having such a clever apprentice like you is indeed a blessing. Well, I have another question for you—what’s your real connection to the T Organization?”
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