“Bring her in for questioning. Do what’s necessary to keep her alive until she’s given her full statement.”

“Understood, Mr. Adams,” Samuel replied with a nod.

Two bodyguards quickly hoisted the imposter to her feet.

Katelyn, deep in thought, issued a caution. “She may try to kill herself to protect her secrets. Keep a close eye on her.”

“Understood.” After Samuel escorted the imposter out, the room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the bullet holes and the spreading pool of blood.

The confrontation between the real Hades and the imposter had been something no one had anticipated. Katelyn returned her gun to its holster and quickly moved to Carol’s side. After a thorough examination, she let out a relieved breath.

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Her gun, equipped with a silencer, ensured the three gunshots had made no sound that could disturb Carol. The silence was a blessing, as the violent scene might have deeply shocked her otherwise.

Neil’s eyes narrowed as he watched Katelyn. “You’re not an imposter too, are you?”

Katelyn gave him a scornful look, her voice sharp. “Think about it. Why would I impersonate Hades and confront another imposter? Don’t recent events clarify who I am?”

Neil found himself speechless. Despite his reluctance to agree, he knew only the real Hades could confront him with such disdain and irritation.

Katelyn rose to her feet, her attention then shifting to Lise’s pale face. Lise excelled in cunning strategies but was accustomed to lesser intrigues. She was a master at orchestrating others to carry out her schemes, never directly involved in violence or witnessing such harsh realities herself.

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Her complexion had turned ghostly, her eyes wide with terror and empty of any emotion.

Katelyn’s smirk carried a heavy implication as she fixed her gaze on Lise. “You’ve seen what just occurred, Lise. I’m known for my bad temper. Should you decide to cross me again, you’ll end up like her.”

Lise was jolted back to reality. She shook her head vigorously, stuttering, “I… I won’t try it again.”

The fear was palpable, her voice trembling.

Hades had the power to end the imposter’s life with a single bullet, if she had chosen to.

Vincent remained silent, his eyes observing Katelyn’s handling of her firearm. Her posture and shooting technique mirrored the real Katelyn’s, down to the way she held her gaze while firing. It was another mannerism Vincent recognized as uniquely hers.

His gaze sharpened, deep in thought.

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