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.

was a knife, but it was even worse - a bomb!

mind tosses

of his innocence regarding

she stated, her legs shifting position as she lounged back on the sofa,

idea about this. Even if we set aside your presence on the ship, my daughter and I were there, too. I would never risk our lives by

Vivienne murmured absentmindedly, frowning

relief and began to rise,

gaze sharpened as she looked at him.

find it odd. After the engagement party fiasco, I cut all ties with the Boyd family. But for the sake of the bionic tech,

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.

then a signal beeped

The shipment had arrived.

to check it but

her eyes closing. "Let me

she

knew Vivienne was not dozing off

nerve, and his pale excuses and baseless suspicions held

increasingly anxious as his phone continued to

had

Why bother messaging him?

outside the cabin and were now at the Sea City harbor. Leopold and Thomas had secured the docks,

on the black market, identical to flour and often

brow furrowed. "How

Leopold before

"Three tons."

Anna gasped. "How much?"

"Three tons," Thomas repeated.

could profit enough to buy a small

had not imagined it

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