The call continued to ring without an answer. Katelyn realized, with a grim understanding, that the imposter had muted her phone while maintaining her act as Hades.
With a nonchalant shrug, the fake Hades said, “Seems like no one’s answering. Perhaps Katelyn’s phone is on silent, or she missed the call.”
Katelyn’s eyes narrowed, cold and sharp, her icy gaze boring into the imposter. “Really? Are you certain you dialed Katelyn’s number correctly? Show us the call log.”
The imposter hesitated only briefly before displaying the phone screen. The dialed but unanswered number stared back at Katelyn. For the first time, a faint crack appeared in her composed facade.
That was indeed her phone number. Katelyn’s gaze locked intensely on the mask concealing the imposter’s face, her mind swirling with confusion. How could someone know her life so thoroughly, down to the smallest detail?
Katelyn’s social circle was small, mostly confined to work acquaintances. Despite her efforts to piece together the clues, she couldn’t deduce who might be behind the mask.
In the midst of her contemplation, Vincent’s cold voice broke the silence. “When is Katelyn’s birthday?”
The question caught everyone off guard, including Katelyn, who hesitated for a brief moment before realizing Vincent’s intent. He was using the question to confirm Hades’ true identity.
The imposter’s eyes flickered with a sign of distress as she hesitated, then stammered, “Oh, I’ve just been so swamped, I forgot.”
The inquiry began to unravel the tension in the room. Vincent took a step closer to her, his tone sharp and relentless. “How do you not remember the birthday of someone you claim to be close to?”
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The fake Hades struggled to maintain her composure. “Who keeps track of such minor things?” she replied, attempting to brush it off.
“I do,” Katelyn interjected smoothly, stating her birthday with precision. Her gaze bore into the imposter, her expression laced with mockery. “For someone who claims to be a close friend, forgetting such a key detail is odd. Your response only confirms you don’t actually know Katelyn’s birthday.”
In that moment, the balance shifted. Even Neil began to scrutinize the imposter, doubt creeping into his expression as he observed her alarmed reaction.
The imposter had meticulously studied Katelyn’s life, but she hadn’t anticipated such a personal question from Vincent. Her facade was starting to crack. s ? ?s Find_Novel(.)net
Katelyn kept the gun steady, her voice cold and unwavering. “This is your last chance. Reveal yourself, or I’ll disable your hand.”
Katelyn pointed the weapon at the imposter’s wrist.
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