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.

mother, hadn't noticed anything

Vivienne, whom he had met only once,

expression, Vivienne knew

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

showing empathy, "You've worked

"Can we stay on task, please? This is a mission, not a time for public

jaw, "That's quite enough,

together as she swiftly launched a silver needle from

control over his legs vanished, and with a thud, he knelt helplessly

It displeases me," Vivienne's eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face. Mr. B

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

And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would be the one to suffer the

legs rendered useless, escape was out of the question. He

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

suddenly realizing

and understood that he had

phone buzzed with a message from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison detected, organization

phone, "Leopold, take him

"Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My

It all made sense.

had prided himself on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen

of the

nor had she ever offered such services. So

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

matter how skilled you are, you can't imitate the warmth in Astrid's eyes. The face reflects the

talent for phrenology exceeded even her master's. Finnian

of twenty-five, she was forbidden from reading fortunes, lest

had heeded her master's warning and refrained

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

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