With a rueful smile, 001 transferred the data. “I concede defeat, but this isn’t the end. One day, I’ll best you.”

“I look forward to that day,” Katelyn responded, opening the file.

The documents revealed that 001 had been hired online to surveil the hospital ward and report any overheard conversations. Katelyn quickly pinpointed the name of the contractor. It was Elora Williams.

Katelyn tightened her grip. As she had suspected, Elora had indeed orchestrated these events from behind the scenes, recovering from her supposed madness and even coming to Granville. Was Carol’s poisoning also orchestrated by her? The trail led to an offshore account linked to the transactions.

At that moment, Katelyn regretted any past leniency shown to Elora. She hadn’t anticipated any of this. Unless it wasn’t a recovery at all, but a ruse by Elora all along to shirk responsibility.

Lost in her thoughts, Katelyn failed to notice the figure now standing in the doorway.

The door to the room was slightly open. Vincent leaned against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on the small gap, watching Katelyn as she focused on her laptop. In fact, it wasn’t Katelyn, but Hades, since Katelyn had donned Hades’ mask.

A faint crease formed on his forehead, and a look of confusion overtook his expression. That was Katelyn’s laptop—so why was Hades holding it? What was even more puzzling was how quickly Hades was typing, her little finger lifting ever so slightly with each keystroke.

At that moment, Katelyn seemed to merge with the person in front of him. Each person had their subtle habits, some of which they weren’t even aware of. Even if she attempted to hide them on purpose, they would remain visible.

Vincent’s gaze shifted for a brief moment. A glance at Katelyn’s laptop was all it took to prove his suspicions. Without hesitation, he tapped out a quick message on his phone and sent it to Jaxen.

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Then, Vincent positioned himself by the entrance and gave a light knock. Katelyn’s head snapped up, hurriedly changing the screen. With a respectful nod, she said, “Good afternoon, Mr. Adams.”

Vincent stepped inside after pushing the door wider, his eyes drifting to the laptop sitting on the desk. “This belongs to Katelyn, right?”

Tension gripped Katelyn as she quietly tightened her fists, a wave of anxiety washing over her. She had no idea when Vincent had shown up or how long he had been watching. Right now, she had no choice but to go along with it, so she gave a quick nod.

“Yes, it’s Katelyn’s.”

With a casual tone, Vincent said, “You handle that pretty fast. You must know your way around laptops. I could use your help with a little task.”

Katelyn’s face was entirely hidden by the mask, revealing nothing but her eyes to give away her emotions. Instead of Katelyn’s typical bright and cheerful gaze, the eyes peeking through the mask were wary and guarded. Although she had an idea of what Vincent might bring up, Katelyn pretended not to know.

“How can I assist you, Mr. Adams?”

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