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 in

was not the same mysterious texter

could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

the outside world, that old coot was

it? Did he want to see if she

her phone and opened Twitter, posting one simple tweet,

signing up for Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would not stop nagging

not used it since signing

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

nine 'brothers' from the same master

one person in the world who could

bucks,

his death, leaving them

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

out on helping Vivienne collect

tweeted, echoing

nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her

Leopold replied seriously,

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

tweet sent their followers into a

What was going on?

master dodging a thousand-dollar

nowadays

to retweet and tag

tweet, the

smokes! Leopold, you've got

I support

mourn for you in

fear? A man's gotta have backbone! Just do

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

this time.

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