Patrick's limbs were beyond his control, his body betraying him as he followed Vivienne's retreating steps.

Behind him, Gillian's heart-wrenching cries for her father echoed through the air, but he was powerless to respond. Patrick finally felt the command of his body returned when they reached a secluded cabin on the ship.

But now, with both Percival and Anna guarding the door, escape was an impossibility.

"Kneel," Vivienne commanded, her voice serene as she sat on the seat representing authority.

Patrick fell to his knees with a thud, not out of compulsion but from the sheer force of Vivienne's presence.

His legs tingled with numbness, sharp pains shooting through his knees as if a thousand needles were pricking them.

Beads of sweat formed on his brow, trickling down his temples and disappearing onto his shoulders.

Vivienne sat with her legs crossed, her slender neck held high with disdain, a hint of scorn in her gaze.

As Patrick knelt, Vivienne wondered what her mother had seen in him. How could such a spineless man be entrusted with the critical technology of bionics?

She regarded him with contempt and curiosity, slowly pulling the small "Morning Glory" from her pocket and tossing it at Patrick.

Instinctively, he caught it, his forehead bulging with veins, paralyzed with fear.

When he saw what it was, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He had thought she had thrown a knife at him!

"Madam, what is this?" he stammered.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, her voice calm. "A miniature bomb."

Shocked to his core, Patrick scrambled behind the couch for cover.

even worse - a bomb! Vivienne

their right mind tosses a bomb around like

certain of his innocence regarding the bomb incident that

on your ship," she stated, her legs shifting position as she lounged back on the sofa, lazily eyeing

Even if we set aside your presence on the ship, my daughter and I were there, too. I would never risk our lives by planting a bomb. This

murmured absentmindedly, frowning

to rise, "Could this be connected to the

gaze sharpened as she looked

fiasco, I cut all ties with the Boyd family. But for the sake of the bionic tech, I could not completely

he would represent her. I agreed, and during preparations yesterday, my men told me the Boyd family's head wanted to drop off a flora arrangement. I did not question it, but it's suspicious now that I think about it. I had always dealt with Eliza, not the head of the Boyd

a signal beeped in

The shipment had arrived.

buzzed with a message. He wanted to check it but could not do so in front of Vivienne, so

her eyes closing. "Let me

that, she

to move. He knew Vivienne was not dozing off but contemplating his

nerve, and his pale excuses and baseless suspicions held

anxious as his phone

had arrived, just

Why bother messaging him?

at the Sea City harbor. Leopold and Thomas had secured the docks, sealing off all incoming shipments and detaining the dockworkers. "Percival, we found it—it's Keco," Thomas reported, handing over a bag of what

drug on the black market, identical

furrowed.

a glance with Leopold before revealing an astonishing

"Three tons."

Anna gasped. "How much?"

"Three tons," Thomas repeated.

profit enough

significant haul but had not imagined

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