Vivienne had no patience for Patrick's explanation; she already knew enough about what the Boyd family and Patrick were up to.

She extended her hand to Patrick, her tone brisk. "Hand over the key of your code."

Patrick blinked in confusion. "What code?"

"The code of your contract!" Vivienne pressed, irritation creeping into her voice.

Patrick looked even more bewildered. "I don't know anything about a code. Our contracts are straightforward. It's in in my car. Let me fetch it for you."

With that, Patrick hurried to his car and brought back the document to Vivienne. "Please, take a look, Madam."

Vivienne took the contract and immediately noticed it was an agreement between the Ashford and Boyd families.

However, the format and wording differed from what Vivienne had seen in the Boyd family's safe.

She did not know what that contract in the safe was about, but it certainly was not the same as this one. It seemed Patrick was not lying.

"You can go back now," Vivienne said, handing back the contract.

The contract contained nothing substantial, just the usual business dealings. The Ashford family, a biotech leader in Sea City, also operated shipping routes. Their collaboration with the Boyd family had made many things more convenient, but there was no mention of the cutting-edge bionics.

After Patrick took the documents, he hesitated, casting a knowing look at Vivienne.

Vivienne gave him an icy glance, her face expressionless. "Keep Gillian away from me, and you'll stay safe."

"Thank you, Madam." Patrick watched Vivienne enter her villa before getting back into his car.

As soon as the car door closed, his sycophantic smile turned into a heavy frown. He gazed at the villa's grand entrance before tapping the car seat, signaling the driver to depart.

watched through the sheer curtains as Patrick's car

Everyone makes mistakes.

instance, Vivienne had once misjudged Mark. And

came in with a cup of steaming hot milk. "Try

"Not bad. It's even better than the plain

mouth. "Can't your man even warm up milk

him Vivienne always doubted his ability

decent, especially

"I just think your talented hands should be

indeed sweeter

pinched her cheek

playfully. "Who

such a skill. Don't worry, my dear. I'll make sure to earn plenty. Enough to last us this lifetime and the next." "Good." Vivienne's smile

milk, she leaned on Percival's shoulder to

up at him. "Mr. Wolf, have you ever heard my mother talk about

knew I never had much of a knack for

shifted to a more comfortable position. "Well, my mom mentioned it once. She said every technology has its pros and cons, like a bomb. It's a dangerous weapon

If we develop ones that could replace the human body, and they become widespread, criminals won't even need to show their faces

like when I was trapped in that mine, it could prevent a lot of dangers and preserve fighting strength." Yawning, Vivienne looked tired. "I just wonder how far my mom's

lap, her breathing even and calm, though her brow was furrowed as if pondering the issue of bionics even

fingers gently smoothed her furrowed brow until she was deeply asleep, then he carefully carried her to the bedroom. "Goodnight,

turn off the bedside lamp and leave

quiet of the night,

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