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

could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

the outside world, that old coot was now

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

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

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

it since signing up, just letting it

family, she had gradually become a public figure,

posting, her nine 'brothers' from the same master were

only one person in the world who could owe Vivienne money:

bucks, unpaid

since he had faked his

it was clear the old man was grandstanding

miss out on

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message,

those of the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her

owed her, only Leopold

and tagged him in a post, [Master, a grand isn't a

tweet sent their followers into

What was going on?

master dodging a

job nowadays would cover

to retweet and tag Finnian, urging him to

the other

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

[Nice one, Leopold! I support

mourn for you

there to fear? A man's gotta have

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?

unreliable, but he's spot-on this time. We

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