Vincent’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and filled with a chilling intensity. The last time, his lapse in security had allowed her to slip away. But now, was Sophia returning of her own accord, perhaps to meet her inevitable downfall?

Vincent glanced at Dalton, a hint of mockery curling his lips. “Mr. Gilbert, you certainly have the audacity to ally yourself with such a notorious mercenary group, renowned for their ruthless efficiency.”

The T Organization, with its shadowy reputation, was a name spoken in whispers. Despite Vincent’s best efforts to probe into its origins, all he had uncovered was that it had surfaced two decades ago, quickly establishing a reputation through bloodshed, violence, and exorbitant fees.

His eyes darkened as he thought it over. Though the specifics of the T Organization remained elusive, one thing was clear—Sophia was an assassin in their service.

Dalton’s mind buzzed with questions. He shot a glance at Sophia, then turned to Vincent, whose eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity. For a moment, he was stunned. He couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Adams, are you sure you’re not mistaking her for someone else? This lady is Ashlyn Marshall. Her father has been in the jewelry business abroad for years, and she came here specifically to collaborate with me.”

Ashlyn Marshall? Katelyn was overcome with suspicion. How could this woman bear such an uncanny resemblance to Sophia? Katelyn had known Sophia for ages. Even if Sophia were hiding behind a disguise, Katelyn knew she would recognize her in an instant. Moreover, Katelyn knew that Sophia had always been an orphan, with no family to speak of. There was no way she could be the heiress of this so-called Marshall family, as Dalton had claimed.

A chill flickered in Katelyn’s eyes. Could it be that the T Organization had orchestrated something more devious, giving Sophia a fabricated identity to hide her true role?

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Katelyn quickly tapped out a message on her phone. “Alfy, are you currently occupied? Can you help me look into Ashlyn Marshall and the Marshall Group?”

“Sure, I’ll get into it immediately.”

Vincent silently mouthed the name “Ashlyn Marshall,” his eyes narrowing as he fixed a puzzled gaze on Dalton. “Are you sure you’re not confusing her with someone else?”

Despite his own confusion, Dalton responded with unwavering certainty, “I would never mistake her. I’ve worked with the Marshall Group before.”

“How could I not recognize the daughter of my business partner?” Dalton spoke again, his eyes shifting to Sophia, his tone firm and resolute. “It’s definitely her.”

A shadow passed through Katelyn’s eyes. If that were the case, things were about to get a lot more interesting. Could it be that Sophia was the real heiress to the Marshall family? But if that were true, why would she align herself with such a ruthless mercenary organization and become a blood-soaked assassin?

Katelyn’s fists tightened in silent frustration. At first, she had thought Sophia’s path had been driven by bitterness over their master’s decision to pass the legacy of Pine Mountain to her instead of Sophia. But at this moment, it seemed that Sophia was far more enigmatic than Katelyn had ever imagined. Besides, the reason the T Organization kept targeting Katelyn was still unclear.

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