Gillian was teetering on the brink of reason. The potency of the drugged aroma filling the room was enough to trigger tsunamis of the mind with a mere whiff. With a fevered motion, Gillian kicked off the blankets wrapped around her, tugging at Patrick's sleeve with a hazy consciousness. "It's so hot, so incredibly hot." Her stunning figure was on full display, leaving nothing to the imagination of the onlookers.

From a distance, Vivienne and Anna stood side by side, watching the scene unfold.

"Damn, she's got a killer body," Vivienne remarked, her eyes then shifting to Anna's less curvaceous form. "Ah, well."

Anna blushed. "Ms. Vivienne, please, behave yourself!"

"Girl, I didn't even say anything. Why are you turning red?" Vivienne teased, playfully tilting Anna's chin.

Anna stepped back, quickly tapping into Percival's comms, "Captain Wolf, where are you?"

Percival clipped the last yellow wire, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "Get over here. I've found the new bomb."

Vivienne and Anna's expressions darkened, the jesting gone in an instant. They fought through the crowd and burst into the guest room.

By then, Patrick had knocked Gillian out and re-wrapped her in the blankets.

He was utterly clueless about what was happening!

Mara was equally bewildered. What on earth was going on?

Why had Gillian been thrown out, and what were Vivienne and that waiter doing going back in?

Was Gillian not supposed to be drugged with Percival by now, having...

Back in the room, Percival examined the new bomb, now defused in his hands.

Vivienne approached, her expression relaxing.

major breakthrough - it would save

bomb and the detector had been

entirely out of it

with this prototype in hand, there was no need to keep dissecting bomb structures. They could just program the design into the detector! "Mr. Wolf, you're amazing!" Vivienne handed the bomb to Anna,

visibly relieved Percival managed a smile, ruffling Vivienne's hair affectionately,

his, her voice laced

pushing him to

he might be unable to hold back any

sidelines, wished she could vanish into

starting to get

thought for her and

bomb away, clearing her throat

acted as if he had not heard her, his voice deep, "Vivienne, the timing

"All I'm asking is for you to carry me out like this. How can the timing be wrong?" Speechless, Percival knew he was

found Percival's fleeting blush endearing, thinking

reminding them again,

Percival go, gracefully dismounting and

notice the crowd

expression beyond shock - it

sharp as she addressed

as he stepped forward, surveying the chaotic scene that hinted at his daughter's

what happened between you two? She mentioned that my daughter's clothes were still

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