Downstairs, Vivienne slid into the car and pulled out her phone.

Another text message blinked on the screen.

[Transport, Astrid, someone else pitched in.]

Percival frowned slightly, "The mysterious informant again?"

Vivienne massaged her temples, her eyes reflecting a hint of frustration, "Yeah, still no trace. Whenever I try to enter their domain, my system crashes completely!"

The mysterious person's IP address changed with every message, and tracking them down led to system failures or outright computer crashes.

The hacking skills were so advanced that even she was at a loss.

Vivienne had been trying to track the informant with no success.

To this day, she still could not determine whether this person was an ally or a smokescreen deployed by GTO.

Percival glanced at the message, "Their wording is vague. Can you make anything out of it?"

Vivienne shook her head, "I can't make heads or tails of it."

The last two made some sense, but transport?

Was GTO planning to smuggle something out?

Their research was not complete yet, so what was it?

She did not have a solid theory yet and decided to pass the message on to the Nine Mystics Society for Draven to investigate. "Vivienne, where to now?" Leopold asked.

Vivienne pocketed her phone. "We're heading to the Ellington Mansion."

"To the Ellingtons? For what? Percival, didn't you just leave? What's this, homesickness?" Leopold asked, puzzled.

Vivienne slapped the back of Leopold's head.

When would he learn?

I'm going to go nuts with

"No! I want to lie

by

was not ordinary. It was painful as

on Percival's shoulder, she asked, "Who's

school," Percival said, wrapping his arm

Leopold nearly sent them both

the road!" Leopold

edition car that usually commanded the road

never expecting anyone to dare get

the window. "Don't you

shadow crossing his face. He stared at

"Vivienne."

"Yes?"

flickered

Cecilia were busy selecting

was not set, it was

stunning on Vivienne," Richard said, pointing

gesturing to several other dresses. "Dad, I think these are

picked out a

in with Vivienne, confronted by a sofa covered in dress designs, and paused. "Mom, are you and Dad

look and smacked his forehead. "Can't

a loss

him prone to

"I'm too old for another wedding. These are for

here! Why didn't you tell

wanted to greet Richard, but his grandfather had already made a beeline for

Fine!

he was not

Vivienne must be.

"Grandpa, my father deeply regrets what happened at yesterday's birthday banquet. He sent me

It wasn't your fault; it was Jeffrey's lack

apologetically

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255