Astrid eyed the laboratory entrance before her, the very threshold of a top-secret national research facility she had once infiltrated with Vivienne. A sly grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she pressed the button on the remote.

A gust of wind swept by, yet nothing ensued.

Disbelief etched across Astrid's features as she jabbed the button several more times, her expression darkening with each futile attempt.

Suddenly, she whipped out a gun, spinning around with a swift motion.

Vivienne, along with Percival and Leopold who was bemused, emerged from behind her.

Astrid showed no signs of panic; instead, a calm detachment washed over her.

"Figures, you're not one to fall for tricks so easily," Astrid declared, wielding the gun in one hand while discarding the useless remote with the other.

A flicker of regret crossed her gaze as she looked at Vivienne, "Had you joined us, our victory would've been assured by now."

Vivienne's eyes sparkled with amusement, her smile broad and radiant. "Your disguise is pathetic, Mr. B."

Mr. B, now unmasked as the impostor, gave a nonchalant shrug, making no move to remove his mask, "When did you catch on?"

Vivienne pondered for a moment, "Around the time I stumbled upon Scott, perhaps?"

Vivienne then let out a derisive chuckle, "You were too naive."

Mr. B's eyebrows rose inquisitively, "Impossible. You'd never interacted with me when you blew Scott's cover!"

A laugh escaped Vivienne, "Once wasn't enough?"

Mr. B's pupils constricted, still puzzled.

Before impersonating Astrid to get close to Vivienne, Mr. B had thoroughly researched his target. With the help of Alfred, the bumbling fool, Mr. B knew every minute detail of Astrid's life - from her catchphrases to her subtlest expressions and mannerisms.

her own mother,

could Vivienne, whom he had met only once, possibly

Vivienne knew he still hadn't grasped

glanced at Percival with a touch of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I

her head, showing empathy,

stay on task, please? This is

B clenched his jaw, "That's

she swiftly launched a silver needle from her

and with a

with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face.

it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B stood

space, a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that

the question.

her hesitation, wore a subtle smirk, "Mr. B, you didn't actually

paused, suddenly realizing his

understood that he

from Thomas:

his phone,

learned to carry at all times since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change your appearance, you can't fool her eyes. Did you really think you

It all made sense.

disguise, yet

from the Emerald Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian,

had she ever offered such services. So

at Vivienne, forcing a smile, "You've played along with my charade for quite some time. It seems we must

her finger, "No matter how skilled you are, you can't imitate

exceeded even her master's. Finnian

forbidden from reading fortunes,

her master's warning

structure,

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