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.]

clenched the paper tightly

the person who sent this was

could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

his fill of the outside world, that old coot

it? Did he want to see if she had

out her phone and opened Twitter, posting one

had insisted it was the rage and would not stop nagging until

signing up, just letting it

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

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

were clueless, they knew there was only one person

thousand bucks, unpaid for

since he had faked his death, leaving them grieving for

for payment, it was clear the old

out on

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message,

the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her money to warrant such

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

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

tweet sent their followers

What was going on?

dodging a

nowadays

followers began to retweet and tag

tweet, the

smokes! Leopold, you've got guts!

Leopold! I support you. Keep

for

man's gotta have backbone! Just do

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

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255