After getting Anna settled, Vivienne received another message from Matthew.

[Vivienne, Scott's found Rowan and Ismene!]

A sly smile curled Vivienne's ruby lips.

That Scott never did sit still. Fresh from nabbing the potion, now he was off cleaning house.

Truly a loyal hound for GTO.

Vivienne glanced up, her gaze laced with intrigue as she eyed Percival, her voice dripping with seduction, "Mr. Wolf, there's a show worth catching. Care to join?"

Percival's lips curved subtly as he said, "Sounds good."

In a quaint village in the suburbs of Rivenwood.

Rowan and Ismene had been masquerading as locals, too scared to show their faces.

They feared not only Vivienne and Percival.

Just the name Mr. B was enough to send shivers down their spines.

Their betrayal of the organization was no secret now. If found, they were as good as dead.

They managed a farmhouse turned bed-and-breakfast, frequented by those seeking the rustic charm of country living, basically hiding in plain sight. Who would suspect that these simple farmers were assassins trained by GTO?

A sleek black SUV pulled up to the farmhouse, a reservation made days in advance.

Donning simple clothes and a straw hat, Rowan approached with a basket of apples.

"Mr. Brooks, I presume," Rowan said, sizing up the man before him.

Indeed, it was the missing patriarch of the Brooks family, Scott.

Although in hiding, Rowan and Ismene kept abreast of city affairs - one must always be ready to flee at a moment's notice.

the recent bed-and-breakfast booking was from

black trench coat

called a few days ago," Scott said, his voice as soothing

family did not possess

in hand, and offered a naive smile, "Mr. Brooks, your room is ready. Shall we head to the

and

the doorstep, his stride halted

is

typical for the village," Rowan replied with

said, "I wonder how easy it

froze, his hand already reaching into the basket, but before he could draw his weapon, Scott had pulled

rang out; Rowan's shoulder bled profusely, though

her fan, revealing a sharp dagger at its edge, and lunged

next moment, Scott kicked her away,

flailing,

chair in the yard, meticulously cleaning

could ambush me? Forgotten who trained you in

join GTO, one had to be skilled not just in ability but also in

gaped at Scott, "You... You're

"There's no

duped; they had not met Mr. B

Scott's gaze turned fierce, "There's only one

Bang!

for the end; Ismene

to their surprise, it was

in with a gun and a mocking smile. "Mr. Brooks, long

the bullet had passed through,

find me?" He

the gun in her hand, then stashed it in Percival's

Scott, looking down on him with disdain. "Who do you think

Scott was taken aback.

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