Vivienne was cool as a cucumber as she scrolled through her phone, eventually pulling up a photo and passing the device to Belle.

"Is this the mark of White Tiger?" She asked, her voice steady and casual.

Belle snorted with a smirk. "So what if it is? Even if you found the mark, you won't catch him."

Vivienne let out a dismissive laugh. "How can you talk such a big game without ever having seen the guy?"

That caught Belle off guard. She did not expect Vivienne to know that White Tiger had chosen to not work with her but with the true boss of GTO, the elusive F-Poison.

In other words, White Tiger had not even considered her despite her being GTO's right-hand woman.

Vivienne gulped down her coke a little too fast and burped without a hint of embarrassment, which made Percival chuckle softly as he patted her back gently.

"Easy there, no one's fighting you for it."

Vivienne flashed him a coy smile and a look that said more than words could.

Across from them, Belle cursed under her breath, "You two really have no shame."

Unfazed, Vivienne leaned against Percival's shoulder. "So, spill it-where's your mother?"

Belle's eyes widened in shock as if she had heard something unspeakable. It took her a moment to gather herself.

Indeed, Vivienne was asking about her mother!

After a pause, Belle finally found her voice. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Percival pulled out a document. "This was found in the GTO lab. It confirms that you and your boss are mother and daughter."

to dig up something no one

blood analysis report with her name and F-Poison's, indicating a maternal

paper. "Oh, not biological? So, F-Poison adopted you, and you've

understand the kindness my mother has shown me. Don't stand there acting all high and mighty. You think I'd tell you

that kindness your mother showed you,

Belle by the throat with a grip that could snap

more than proof that

call made from that phone was to her mother on the very day

on it, preserved in an evidence bag

to the technology her mother had tinkered with. Even

real penchant for

to breathe under Vivienne's vice-like grip,

I never... never even met...

Vivienne's shoulder. "Vivienne, she was only fifteen ten years

then reluctantly let

the last call to her mother came

One possibility remained.

and Belle

her print, F-Poison had been hiding behind her

alleged crimes could

interrogated for the next three days. Better come clean about all your sins. If not, well, they'll make sure you suffer worse than death." No sooner had Vivienne finished than two figures emerged from the

you fear F-Poison will

us to shreds? How about I feed you to the dogs

she jabbed the needle into Belle's neck, emptying the contents as Belle's body convulsed, then stiffened until only

it from here. We'll make sure Mr.

day, her former subordinates

and Percival

a bed, Percival suddenly

Rowan just addressed Vivienne as the Young Master? Since when was Vivienne

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