After a thorough check-up at the hospital, Percival was discharged.

Even the doctors were astounded. How could a man who had been buried in a mine for two days walk out without a scratch? What kind of physique did he have?

Leopold and Thomas, who had been part of the rescue operation, were exhausted and had to be admitted to the hospital, too.

Leopold kept begging Vivienne to give him an injection, convinced that one of her shots would revive him instantly.

But Vivienne refused.

Her services came at a steep price, one that Leopold could not afford.

Once they left the hospital, Vivienne and Percival returned to the Ellington Mansion.

In the car, Percival tenderly changed the dressing on Vivienne's fingertips. "Don't be so reckless next time. I told you, with you waiting for me, I could hold on."

Vivienne looked at her injured fingertips, wounds that could easily be healed, but she let them heal naturally.

Otherwise, Mr. Wolf would not be there to tend to her.

How considerate of her.

Vivienne curled her finger, watching Percival apply the ointment. "You're not allowed to worry me like that again."

Percival pulled her close. "Never again."

Back at the Ellington Mansion.

Flynn had just signed some documents when Percival burst through the door.

Sunlight streamed in, casting a square of bright light on the floor.

light, looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these past few days? Do you have

Percival replied with a smile, a hint of mirth in his

where you've been? I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot

taking over the conversation. "We're

he stepped back into the

know already, there's not

from

Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped to

was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined facing

Kenneth was in shock.

a distant part of the family, Flynn was still

to have expected this, showing no

must admit, you're quite clever. You're tough to deal with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really give your

from

you handed me the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise,

slip up? I've been careful," Flynn said with a slight smile,

romance when you were flirting with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm. It was

had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though it seemed flirtatious, he was

for the need to maintain his cover, he

had given away a code,

careless. Next time, I'll

won't be a next time, White Tiger!" Flynn was Fiona's boss, the mastermind behind CK, having built it from the ground up. When

like Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the real threat to

Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two

gesturing behind them. "Maybe you

turned to

kidnappers had

Draven and

Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and

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