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.]

she clenched the paper tightly in

was not the same mysterious texter from

could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

fill of the outside world, that old coot was

it? Did he want to see

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

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

signing up, just letting

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

same master were the first to get

were clueless, they knew there was only one person in the world who could owe Vivienne

bucks, unpaid for

since he had faked his death, leaving them grieving for

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

they miss out on helping Vivienne collect

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's

of the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her

only Leopold replied

him in a post, [Master, a

tweet sent their followers

What was going on?

dodging a thousand-dollar

job nowadays would cover

began to retweet

Leopold's tweet, the other

smokes! Leopold, you've got guts! Aren't you

one, Leopold! I support you.

for

fear? A man's gotta have backbone! Just

If I were you, I'd be tweeting right now, hounding the old man to pay!

spot-on this time.

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