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

knew the person who sent this was not the

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

outside world, that old coot was

was it? Did he want to see if she had lost

lips curled slightly as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting

insisted it

used it since signing up, just

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

from the same master were the first to get the

there was only one person

thousand bucks,

faked his death, leaving

public call for payment, it was clear the old man was

how could they miss out on helping

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's

well as those of the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her money to warrant

only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor is our

even created a new account for Finnian and tagged him in

sent their

What was going on?

Vivienne's master dodging

job nowadays

retweet and tag

the other disciples

message the group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got

I support you. Keep it

for you

man's gotta have

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

time. We

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