Katelyn paused to consider; her schedule was clear, and she was intrigued to learn if Ashlyn was indeed Sophia.
She responded promptly, “Yes, do you need something, Miss Marshall?”
Ashlyn kept her smile as she spoke.
“Would you mind joining me at the mall this evening?”
Katelyn had shared her number with Ashlyn to deepen their connection, so naturally, she was not inclined to decline.
Curious about Ashlyn’s plans for the evening, Katelyn responded with a light smile, “I’d love to. Send me the address and I’ll be there soon.”
“Alright.”
After a brief exchange, they ended the call.
Vincent, having listened in, expressed his concern with a slight frown.
“I should come with you.” Worry was evident in his eyes.
If Ashlyn truly was Sophia, Katelyn confronting her alone could prove dangerous.
Sophia was not known for her mercy.
Leaning back, Katelyn inhaled deeply and shook her head.
“There’s no need. Your presence might alert her, preventing me from uncovering the truth.”
Vincent’s formidable reputation was well-known, and Sophia had always been cautious around him.
If that weren’t the case, she wouldn’t have felt the need to be so careful in her actions.
Using her ruthless tactics, she would have carried out countless assassinations by now, never bothering to hide her tracks.
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Even though Vincent knew Katelyn was right, his brow remained furrowed, unrelenting.
Understanding his concerns, Katelyn soothed him.
“Mr. Adams, don’t worry. I’ll call you immediately if anything arises.”
Recognizing he couldn’t stop her, Vincent reluctantly agreed, “Alright, I’ll take you there.”
This situation demanded careful investigation.
Katelyn nodded in agreement.
Thirty minutes later, they reached the mall Ashlyn mentioned. As Katelyn was about to exit the car, Vincent caught her hand, prompting her to turn back, a puzzled look on her face.
Vincent’s voice was gentle.
“Just be careful out there.” His words resonated deeply with Katelyn. She gathered her resolve and responded with sincerity, “I will.”
With that, Vincent let go of her hand.
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