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.]

the paper tightly in her

sent this was not the same mysterious texter

who could

Suddenly, she smirked.

outside world, that old coot was now

to see if she had lost her

curled slightly as she pulled out her phone and

for Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it was the rage

not used it since signing

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

same master were the

knew there was only one person in the world

bucks, unpaid for

his death,

public call for payment, it was

miss out on helping Vivienne collect her

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message, [Pay

were baffled, wondering who owed her money to

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

tagged him in a post, [Master, a grand isn't a fortune. Time to settle

their followers into a

What was going on?

master dodging a thousand-dollar

nowadays

and Vivienne's followers began to retweet

Leopold's tweet, the other disciples were

message the group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got guts! Aren't you afraid the master will come

one, Leopold! I support you. Keep

[I'll mourn for you

A man's gotta have

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?

he's spot-on this time. We stand with Vivienne and must stand up

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