Micah had reached his boiling point. With a swift motion that spoke volumes of his vexation, he grabbed the folder from the table and brought it crashing down on Leopold's head. "Damn it, Leopold, I'm just

asking you to deliver a message to her!"

Rubbing his sore head, Leopold mumbled, "Alright, what's the message?"

"Tell her that the head office is interested in striking a deal with her about the new explosives project..."

"Impossible!" Leopold cut him off. "That's Vivienne's cash cow. You might as well fire me. Vivienne's in it for the money. If I cross her by messing with her income, I'm as good as dead."

Trying to maintain his composure, Micah spoke softly, "You're just the messenger. Whether Griffin agrees or not is up to her. The higher-ups can't locate her, so they can't reach out directly."

"But still, no can do, boss. I'm begging you, don't make me be the one to tell her. I'd walk through fire or climb a mountain for you, but crossing Vivienne? No way. Please, have a heart!" Leopold pleaded, his hands clasped together in earnest supplication.

Micah was at a loss for words at the pitiful sight. He waved his hand dismissively. "Get out of my sight."

"Sure thing!" Leopold's face lit up with relief. He backed out of the office with a wide grin, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

But the smile vanished without a trace no sooner had he stepped outside.

Leopold cast a long look at the plaque on Micah's office door that read 'Deputy Director.' His expression grew even more somber.

Pulling out a phone he exclusively used to contact other disciples, he sent a message to Vivienne that read, [Griffin, Belle.]

Meanwhile, Vivienne was savoring a roasted pork knuckle when her smartwatch buzzed with the incoming message. A sly smile crossed her lips.

As expected, their interest was not just in Belle.

Back in the office, Micah took out a brand-new phone and made a call.

no news yet. Alright,

A heavy sigh escaped him, his

...

At the Ellington Mansion.

about Kenneth's car accident

not allowed to drive anymore. I'll get you

accident. And it wasn't me who wanted to

"That doesn't matter."

Kenneth appealed to his

and sketching dress designs, Imogen shot Flynn an admonishing look. "Flynn, Kenneth's an adult. And the DMV said it was the motorcycle gang's fault for breaking the rules first.

Kenneth mimicked Imogen's

blushed. "Mock me again, and I won't

be careful when you drive. Go talk to your

about the inconvenience of having a chauffeur

Kenneth's retreating figure, Flynn shook his head, "This kid, nothing like Percival

not exactly old now, you know?" Imogen pinched Flynn's nose playfully,

squeezing her palm teasingly.

Flynn's embrace, her eyes

intimate scene and quickly

laughed. "Are

he rose to greet Percival, "Your Aunt Imogen has something to discuss with Vivienne. Let's go to

owned a high-end fashion

had recently returned to oversee this division, and Imogen

working on were intended for the next

simple, but the choice of fabric will be crucial."

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