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, hadn't noticed anything

whom he had met only once, possibly see

expression, Vivienne knew he still hadn't grasped

a touch of exasperation, "Mr.

showing

we stay on task, please? This is a

jaw, "That's quite enough,

brows knitted together as she swiftly launched a silver needle

control over his legs vanished, and with a thud,

with Mr. Wolf, do not interrupt. It displeases me," Vivienne's eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to

even Leopold, Mr. B stood no

hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would be the

legs rendered useless, escape was out of the question. He needed to wait for

you didn't actually think you'd get the chance to

paused, suddenly realizing his fingers

Vivienne's smug face and understood that he had been drugged and was

message from Thomas: [Subject is secure,

pocketed his phone, "Leopold, take him

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

It all made sense.

flawless disguise, yet Vivienne

the Emerald Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest skill was

had she ever offered such services. So

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

"No matter how skilled you are, you can't

master's. Finnian often remarked

twenty-five, she was forbidden from reading fortunes,

heeded her master's warning and refrained from

Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts and solely based on

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