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.]

dropped; she clenched the paper tightly

knew the person who sent this was not the same mysterious

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

of the outside world, that old coot was

want to see if she had lost

as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting one

insisted it was the

it since signing up,

become a public figure, and her Twitter followers had grown. She had about a million

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

they knew there was only one person in the world

bucks, unpaid

had faked his death, leaving them grieving

Vivienne's public call for payment, it was clear the old man was

could they miss out on helping Vivienne collect her

tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message,

well as those of the nine, were baffled, wondering

only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor is

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

their

What was going on?

dodging a

job nowadays

followers began to retweet and

the other disciples were

was the first to message the group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got guts! Aren't you

[Nice one, Leopold! I support you. Keep

mourn for you in

to fear? A man's

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

be unreliable, but he's spot-on this time. We stand with Vivienne

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