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.

through the sheer curtains as Patrick's car disappeared, a

Everyone makes mistakes.

had once misjudged

steaming hot milk.

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

Percival's mouth. "Can't

him Vivienne always doubted his ability to fend for

actually quite decent,

talented hands should be making more

was indeed

cheek

clicked her tongue playfully. "Who could ever

voice gentle. "Well, it's rare that I have such a skill. Don't worry, my dear. I'll make sure

she leaned

him. "Mr. Wolf, have

head. "No, my mentor knew I never had much of

mom mentioned it once. She said every technology has its pros and cons, like a bomb. It's a

body, and they become widespread, criminals won't even need

that mine, it could prevent a lot

calm, though her brow was furrowed as if

furrowed brow until she was deeply asleep, then he carefully carried

about to turn off the bedside lamp

quiet of the night, she murmured

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