Chapter 1

On a July evening, around seven o’clock when the sky was still not completely dark.

On Emerald Mountain, Vivienne was standing in front of a nameless grave, dressed in black casual clothes with a cold expression. She said to the tombstone, “Mother, tomorrow marks the end of our ten–year pact. You asked me to temper my edge for a decade, and I’ve done it. Tomorrow, I’m going back to the Hawthorn family.”

It was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard. Suddenly, a loud “bang” made Vivienne turn her head. There was a black car not too far away, skewed to the side. Obviously, a tire had blown.

A man stepped out of the car, dressed in black sportswear, staggering forward as if he was injured. Then, about a dozen men followed him, all dressed in black.

Percival turned his head and looked back. His face bore a layer of coldness, and he clutched his abdomen with one hand, his lips turning pale.

“Just give up. We’ve paid such a high price. You can’t escape, the men in black closed in on Percival. The leader of the group had an expressionless face, emanating a strong aura of menace.

“You think you can catch me?” Percival narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, like a knife cutting into him. He could feel his blood draining out and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Let’s see about that,” after the leader of the men in black spoke, he launched an attack towards Percival

stone came flying and hit the man in black, who immediately fell to his knees.

The man in black

casually, “You’re disturbing my mother’s rest.

The people before him were international assassins, each one a formidable force. Yet they had been defeated by

the next life.” The man

dozen or so assassins didn’t even have a chance to react before

still standing in the same spot, her face emotionless, not even blinking. If it weren’t for the sight

lost.” Vivienne’s voice was ice–cold.

men in black all passed out. Vivienne glanced at them and then looked at Percival not too far a away. His heartbeat quickened as he saw her clear eyes, as clear as the

left. Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up around her. Vivienne stopped and looked at the tombstone, “You want

a serious wound on his stomach. But it wasn’t a big deal, She took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, sprinkled some powder, and then

would definitely see that the pill was a highly sought–after healing medicine on

feeding Percival the pill, Vivienne didn’t stay any

Hawthorn Mansion in

will never get into our family.” An angry voice echoed, heard throughout

the furious Beatrice in front of her. Her gazes were meaningful and her face expressionless. In an

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