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

knew the person who sent this was

could

Suddenly, she smirked.

had his fill of the outside world,

to see if

lips curled slightly as she pulled out her phone and opened

but Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would

it since signing

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

posting, her nine 'brothers' from the same master

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

bucks,

had faked his death, leaving them

for payment, it was clear

could they miss out on

echoing Vivienne's message,

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

asked who owed her, only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor is

a new account for Finnian and tagged him in a post, [Master, a

their followers

What was going on?

dodging a

nowadays

began to retweet and tag

Leopold's tweet, the other disciples were

group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got guts! Aren't

I support you. Keep it

for you

[What's there to fear? A man's

at you all, scaredy-cats! Did Vivienne treat you right for nothing? It's 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

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

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