Katelyn’s observation made him think of the business world. Despite Neil’s apparent helplessness in a wheelchair, the Wheeler Group hadn’t faltered. Instead, they had concealed their sharpness and secured several important projects recently. It seemed Neil had mastered the art of deception.
Vincent’s instincts told him to remain vigilant. Snapping out of his thoughts, he turned to Katelyn.
“Do you have time later? A friend recently sent me a few exceptional guns. Since Katelyn isn’t around, I’d like to take you to the shooting range.”
A spark of excitement lit up in Katelyn’s eyes. Ever since her first experience at the range, the feeling of holding a real gun had awakened something in her. When she gripped a gun, it felt like an extension of herself, each shot an expression of her intent. Especially the sniper rifle she always carried—it was her favorite. Get full chapters from ?ovelFind.net
Without a second thought, she nodded and replied eagerly, “Absolutely. I bet those guns are impressive.”
Vincent’s expression turned more serious, his voice calm and steady. “Let’s head out.”
They arrived at the familiar shooting range, the same one where they first trained together. Katelyn stretched her hands, flexing her fingers as she took in the impressive collection of guns laid out before them. Some were relics of the past, while others were modern marvels, each packing impressive power.
Her attention was immediately drawn to the M93 sniper rifle. She picked it up, feeling the solid weight settle in her grasp, a spark of excitement lighting up her face. “This feels incredible. It’s no wonder it’s top-ranked on the gun list.”
Vincent picked up some bullets and began loading the gun. “If you like it that much, you can keep it.”
Katelyn’s eyes lit up with excitement again, but before she could reply, Samuel rushed over.
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“Mr. Adams, there’s a problem.”
Vincent’s stare was sharp and cold as he demanded, “What’s the problem?”
Samuel, his face betraying a mix of emotions, replied slowly, “Just now, intruders stormed the basement and freed Sophia!”
Katelyn’s eyes widened in shock. Clutching her firearm, she asked, “Is it possible to track them now?”
She had been busy with minor concerns recently, holding off on confronting Sophia directly with the numerous questions she had. Now, before she could seize the chance, Sophia had escaped. More crucially, she had been extracted right from under Vincent’s supervision.
Vincent’s expression turned cold as he commanded, “Start the search immediately. I want her brought back, no exceptions!”
The authority in Vincent’s voice was evident. Since her capture, all of Sophia’s means of communication had been seized. How had she managed to send the message out, and how was her precise location discovered?
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