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?

coming back? I'm going

have retorted, "No! I want to lie in bed

being smacked by

slap was not ordinary. It was

shoulder, she

Isolde's at school," Percival said, wrapping his

from Leopold

drive? Hogging the road!"

a limited edition car that usually commanded the

had always driven freely, never expecting anyone to dare get

window. "Don't you see

he paused, a shadow crossing his face. He stared at the compact delivery

"Vivienne."

"Yes?"

replied solemnly, but a trace of amusement flickered in her eyes. She

and Cecilia were busy selecting a wedding dress

set, it was

will look stunning on Vivienne," Richard

disagreed, gesturing to several other dresses. "Dad, I

had picked

a sofa covered in dress

shot him a look and smacked his forehead.

a loss for

around him prone

said irritably, "I'm too old for another wedding. These are for Vivienne. Move aside; you wouldn't

smile, "Vivienne, you're here! Why didn't you tell me? I've prepared some treats for you. Hungry for anything in particular? I'll have it made

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

Fine!

was

Vivienne must be.

and Cecilia, Vivienne said, "Grandpa, my father deeply regrets what happened at yesterday's birthday banquet.

your fault; it was Jeffrey's lack of sense. He should be the one apologizing to your

looked apologetically

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