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

had met only once, possibly

expression, Vivienne knew he still hadn't

exasperation, "Mr.

tenderly rubbed her head, showing

with a note of seriousness, "Can we stay on task, please? This is

clenched his jaw,

swiftly launched a silver needle

legs vanished, and with a thud, he

do not interrupt. It displeases me," Vivienne's eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face. Mr. B gripped his gun

was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr.

easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B

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

"Mr. B, you didn't actually

B paused, suddenly realizing his fingers

that he

Thomas: [Subject is secure,

his phone, "Leopold, take

restraints he had learned to carry at all times since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how

It all made sense.

flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had

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

extensive research had shown that Vivienne did not practice phrenology, nor had she

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

shook her finger, "No matter how skilled you are, you can't imitate the warmth in Astrid's eyes. The face reflects the

master's. Finnian often remarked she was

she was forbidden from reading fortunes,

had heeded her master's warning and refrained

Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to

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