In the dimly lit basement of a house tucked away in the sleepy suburb of Rivenwood, Calista found herself inexplicably transported to this place, shrouded in darkness.

She huddled on the cold floor, with the constant, eerie sound of dripping water echoing throughout the room. Each drop seemed to land directly on her heart, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. The bruises from Mr. B's beating had not fully healed, and she winced at the occasional twinge of pain.

After what felt like an eternity, punctuated only by drifting in and out of sleep, Calista finally heard footsteps approaching.

Scrambling to kneel, she began to plead toward the sound, "Mr. B, I've done it - I've developed the Boar Poison, just like the sample you gave me. Please, I beg you, let me go!"

Click.

A blinding light suddenly filled the room, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut in pain and fear.

"You've got the wrong person, sweetheart. Stand up."

Calista's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the voice, not unlike the mechanical tone Mr. B had once used before dropping her facade.

As her eyes adjusted, she could make out a figure dressed just like Mr. B - a trench coat and a fedora shadowing his face.

"You're not Mr. B?" She whispered, disbelief lacing her words.

"I'm the boss, the one she answered to. Call me boss if you like, but I'm not fond of the title. I prefer you call me F-Poison." F-Poison dusted off her coat nonchalantly. "Ah, got it. You thought I was Belle because of the outfit, right?"

Despite her terror, Calista could detect a note of amusement in the grating mechanical voice.

F-Poison's smile was there, but the aura he exuded - one of unflinching ruthlessness - was never present in Mr. B.

"Belle is Mr. B. I told her that name was too harsh, not fitting for a girl. 'Clementine' would've been much cuter. Don't you agree, Dr. Pendleton?" F-Poison squatted in front of Calista, seemingly earnest in her inquiry.

say is right..." Calista stuttered, seated on the ground,

really. Raising her

raced. Mr. B -

explain the

"Mr. F, what would you have me

life hung by a thread, useful

face as he patted her head. "Good girl. I do have a task for

of me!" Calista agreed instantly, her survival

"Then brace yourself."

face. As Calista fell, her consciousness fading. She

don't have a choice. Vivienne recognizes people by their bones, and a simple disguise won't work. I have to reshape your bones." Feeling the beating and

At the Ellington family.

her wheelchair, brought by Heloise, and even the

greeted, sitting beside him as naturally as if she had

to claim such intimacy with Richard. Yet here was Vivienne, not even officially part of the family, and she acted

here. Once your uncle arrives, we can start dinner," Richard announced, clearly delighted at the prospect of seeing his youngest son after so long. Vivienne caught Kenneth avoiding her gaze, a trace of guilt in his

burst in with excitement. "He's back, he's back! Flynn has returned,

Vivienne at his

man and woman stepped from the taxi, each with

brightened. Flynn was even more handsome in person, his tan skin

surge of jealousy from beside her, Vivienne pulled

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