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 her

this was not the same mysterious texter from

could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

outside world, that old coot

to see

out her phone

Matthew had insisted it was

not used it since signing up, just letting

family, she had gradually become a public figure, and her Twitter

'brothers' from the same

one person in the world who could owe Vivienne

thousand bucks, unpaid

he had faked his

for payment, it was clear the old man was grandstanding

how could they miss out on helping Vivienne

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's

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

owed her, only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor is our

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

their followers into

What was going on?

master dodging

nowadays would cover

to retweet and tag Finnian, urging

tweet, the other

the first to message the group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got guts! Aren't

I support you. Keep

mourn for

man's gotta

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? If

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

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