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.

own mother, hadn't noticed

he had met only once,

Mr. B's expression, Vivienne knew he

of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you they

rubbed her head, showing empathy,

we stay on task, please? This is a

jaw, "That's quite

brows knitted together as she swiftly launched a silver needle from

vanished, and with a thud, he knelt helplessly on the

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

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

a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would be the one

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

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

B paused, suddenly realizing his fingers

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

from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no

his phone,

carry at all times since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My

It all made sense.

on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen right

a disciple of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest skill

research had shown that Vivienne did not practice phrenology, nor had she ever offered such

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

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

exceeded even her master's. Finnian

forbidden from

had heeded her master's warning and refrained from the

fortunes, Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure, a

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