Without sparing a glance at either Alfy or Jaxen, Katelyn flung open the car door. She bolted straight toward the truck’s cab without hesitation.

“Master, please wait! Where are you going?” Alfy’s voice trembled as she called out, struggling to follow on unsteady legs.

Katelyn lifted herself onto the side of the truck’s cab, yanking the door open. Her eyes darted inside, only to find it deserted.

But again, it was one of those dreaded, driverless trucks!

A shiver coursed through her entire body, leaving her uneasy.

The memory of Yanis’s death resurfaced—the truck crash that ended the nurse’s life had been a deliberate act to silence her. Why were they using the same horrifying method again now? Who were these deranged individuals, capable of such cruelty? Katelyn couldn’t make sense of it. The pieces just weren’t fitting together.

Jaxen sprinted over, his heart sinking as he spotted the driverless truck. This was no ordinary accident.

Without wasting a second, he pulled out his phone and dialed Vincent’s number.

Katelyn shook herself back into the present moment, carefully lowering herself from the truck. Alfy’s gaze was full of concern as she stepped forward.

“Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” She quickly scanned Katelyn’s body, anxiety creeping up her spine.

Katelyn met her gaze with a calm smile.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

Alfy slowly shook her head.

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Without wasting a moment, she grabbed her phone from her bag.

“I’ll figure out who’s behind this attack,” she said, determination in her voice.

Placing the phone carefully on the truck’s hood, she watched as a virtual infrared keyboard appeared. Her fingers moved swiftly across the glowing keys.

Within moments, she had broken into the city’s surveillance system.

The phone’s screen flickered, instantly showing footage from the nearest cameras.

Alfy’s lips pressed into a thin line as her gaze remained locked on the screen, unblinking.

Katelyn stood silently next to her, observing as Alfy worked quickly.

For someone like Alfy, tracking the source was easy, as long as the truck hadn’t outsmarted the cameras.

But Katelyn’s instincts told her otherwise. If their enemies had made a move, they would have found a way to hide their tracks. The tactics were all too familiar to them.

Katelyn’s hope was starting to fade when, without warning, Alfy shouted, “I’ve got it!”

Katelyn’s eyes widened in surprise.

A sharp glint flickered in her eyes as they narrowed, the coldness in them unmistakable.

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