At a quaint little farmhouse.

Finnian, scrolling through Twitter trends, clicked his tongue in annoyance. "That damn girl! It's just a bit of debt. Does she really need to chase me down for so long?"

Next to him sat a man in his mid-forties wearing a tracksuit.

The man glanced at his phone, then at Finnian. "Told you not to gallivant around, but no, you wouldn't listen. Did you really think she wouldn't find you?"

Setting his phone aside, Finnian poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it before facing the man. "What does it matter? I would never have left my precious disciple for so long if it wasn't for you. After all these years, not a soul came to check in on me. I'm starting to miss the kid's medicinal cooking. Of course, her usual meals were delicious, too."

The corner of the man's mouth twitched. "You sure you can call that food?"

Finnian's eyes widened. "Cut the sarcasm. My disciple's cooking was delicious. It's just you unappreciative folks who would say otherwise."

"Fine! As long as you're happy," the man replied, clearly ending the conversation.

Finnian grumbled and took another swig of whiskey, then after a moment of silence, he said, "Look, how long are you gonna keep this up? Don't outsmart yourself. That girl's got a fiery temper. I tricked her once, and she nearly dug up my grave. With you... Well, you're in for it!"

The man chuckled dryly. "You better worry about yourself. She's found her way to Rivenwood. You can't keep hiding forever."

Finnian scowled. "If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all! Such a buzzkill."

The man just shrugged and ignored him.

...

At the Ellington Group.

Fiona was clearing out her desk. The design department staff greeted her warmly, clearly sad to see her go.

keep up the good work after I leave, and get those

Ellington brought it in himself, a masterpiece from Master

passed through Fiona's eyes, quickly masked by

well masked, in fact, everyone thought she

work. Now that she's met the legend

look like? Can we

what? Just get

were not aware of Vivienne's true identity as Master Jessica, and Percival had made sure those who

"If Master Jessica were that easy to meet, she wouldn't be a master. Now that I'm leaving the company, I have even

company. With her departure, there

Group, Fiona made a

"Do it!"

Vivienne were

have the same freedom as you do now," Astrid said, looking at

this, Astrid did not press

at the lab, saying, "Take care, Vivienne. I've got other tasks to attend to, so

on a pair of white gloves, which

turned to the team behind

at the

collapsing unconscious. The private doctor could find no cause, and even the renowned doctors summoned

have some medical skills? Why not call her over?" Henry muttered, but seeing Percival's stern face, he did not dare

"I

none of you are of any use. What good was it for my dad to care for you?" Henry scoffed, then cried out towards Richard's room. "Dad, if

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