Astrid chuckled dryly.

Mature enough?

If leaked, the research material in the lab would send shock waves around the globe.

Yet, in Vivienne's words, it was merely mature enough?

Astrid glanced at her and asked, "So, you agree to stay in the lab?"

Vivienne nodded. "Yeah."

Astrid breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks, Vivienne. I really appreciate you agreeing to be part of this experiment. Our progress will surely skyrocket now." Vivienne did not respond. Instead, she turned her gaze to the car window, watching the streetlights fall, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

After dropping Vivienne off at home, Astrid did not go upstairs. Instead, she turned the car around and drove away.

In the back seat lay the experimental data Vivienne had revised that day.

Returning home, Dorian and Cordelia were already asleep, and even though the light was on in Thaddeus' room, he was sound asleep, too. Vivienne switched off Thaddeus' light and entered her own room.

The moment she opened the door, her steps faltered, her eyes sharpening instantly.

A chill ran through her as she looked towards the window - a piece of paper was wedged in the crack.

This was the twenty-third floor; unless it was an inside job, this kind of infiltration was extraordinary!

She was sure that apart from Dorian's family, no one else was here.

Obviously, she was dealing with a pro!

She walked over and pulled out the paper.

The message was a mishmash of newspaper cutouts, and crooked letters forming a single line.

[The TCL Lab.]

gaze dropped; she clenched the paper tightly

who sent this was not the same mysterious texter

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

of the outside world, that old coot was now seeking

he want to see if she

she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting one

insisted it was the rage

it since signing up, just letting it sit

the Hawthorn family, she had gradually become a public figure, and her Twitter followers had grown. She

'brothers' from the same master were the first to get the

person in the world

bucks, unpaid for

faked his death,

public call for payment, it was clear the old

miss out

nine tweeted, echoing

followers, as well as those of the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed

asked who owed her, only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor

account for Finnian and tagged him in a post, [Master, a grand isn't a fortune. Time to

their followers into

What was going on?

dodging a thousand-dollar

job nowadays would

followers began to retweet and tag

Leopold's tweet, the other

you've got guts! Aren't you afraid the

one, Leopold! I support

mourn for you in

there to fear? A man's gotta have backbone!

all, scaredy-cats! Did Vivienne treat you right for nothing? It's her hard-earned money the old man owes. Aren't we supposed to help her get it back? If I were you, I'd be tweeting right now, hounding the old man to pay! Isn't Vivienne's happiness worth more than your little troubles? Besides, who knows where that old guy is enjoying his life? If we don't push, when will he show up?] Jerry: [Makes

time. We stand with Vivienne and must stand up for

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