Three companions climbed into the car and soon arrived at the Vanguard Agency's secret interrogation room. Inside, Fiona sat with her eyes downcast, lifeless and detached.

The sound of the door opening barely made her look up, only to drop her gaze once again.

Percival took a seat across from her, his deep-set eyes emotionless as they fixed on her, wordless.

A scoff escaped Fiona's lips. "Well played, Percival. You've bested me."

Small talk was the last thing on Percival's mind. He cut to the chase, "Where's the Boar Poison?"

Fiona stiffened, as if the question coiled around her like a vice. "What are you talking about? I don't know!"

He produced a video from the night at Spring Club, "You sat there for three days, and you still can't figure it out?"

Her fists clenched tightly. Those were undoubtedly her most humiliating days - unable to move despite her body's protests, soaked in her own filth... Thinking about this, Fiona couldn't help but feel nauseous.

The disgust and fear in the eyes of the people who found her etched into her memory, unforgettable.

"How did you get that? Why..." Fiona snapped her mouth shut, a flash of realization in her eyes. "It was Vivienne, wasn't it?"

Percival didn't deny it, pressing on, "Where is the Boar Poison?"

Her eyes fell again, "I don't know."

Seeing his disbelief, she added, "After purchasing the Boar Poison, I handed it to Mr. B from GTO. You should be asking him, not me."

Percival's frown deepened, his silence hanging heavy in the air.

After a long pause, he stood and left.

As he reached the door, Fiona called out to his retreating figure, "Even without me, Percival, your days of joy are numbered. Mark my words, you'll never take over the Ellington legacy!" For a moment, Percival paused, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile before he continued out the door.

Vivienne waited in the car outside. Seeing him emerge, she knew he had come up empty-handed.

were others, a third party involved just as the mysterious text

Ellington Group and Jeffrey's gallery for shadowy dealings, trafficking artifacts and expensive artworks. The profits couldn't be

car, his mood as dark as thunderclouds,

Vivienne said, her fingers lightly massaging Percival's temples to ease the

his,

well that he was contemplating how to

granddaughter after Isolde, and he had

life often defies expectations. Richard would no doubt

pulled Vivienne close, his lips brushing her forehead in a rare

you always be so affectionate with Vivienne?

Leopold noticed the van designated for Mr. B's transfer parked

are they doing here?" he muttered,

a glance

"Captain," greeted the driver.

furrowed. "What's the

you order us here to interrogate

urgency drove him straight to

It was empty!

anger erupted,

him

demanded,

back, "It

served as Vanguard Agency's communication tool, where Percival

should

their devices, realizing

grip tightened with

public screen was a top agency secret, impenetrable even to elite hackers. Only a select few high-ranking individuals besides himself had the clearance to use his code. Who exactly had issued the order to move Mr.

moment, Thomas sent a message to Percival: [Captain, the subject

spoke to Vivienne with as much

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