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.

the sheer curtains as Patrick's car disappeared, a smirk playing at the

Everyone makes mistakes.

misjudged Mark. And Karen had

of steaming hot milk.

curtains and sipped the milk, nodding appreciatively. "Not bad. It's even better than the plain water you

mouth. "Can't your man even warm

always doubted his ability to

quite decent,

think your talented hands should be

was indeed sweeter

cheek affectionately. "My little

playfully. "Who could ever have enough

skill. Don't worry, my dear. I'll make sure to

leaned on Percival's shoulder to

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

never had much of a

cons, like a bomb. It's a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, but in the right hands, it

ones that could replace the human body, and they become widespread, criminals won't even need to show their faces to commit atrocities. It would pose

for early-stage reconnaissance, like when I was trapped in that mine, it could prevent a lot of dangers and preserve fighting

asleep on Percival's lap, her breathing even and calm, though her brow was furrowed as if pondering the issue of bionics even

deeply asleep, then he carefully carried her

about to turn off the bedside lamp and leave

night,

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