Quincy ducked, but with the wall at her back, there was nowhere left to hide. She had no choice but to succumb to F-Poison's twisted sense of humor. "Boss, just how many masks are you hiding behind that poker face of yours?"

As F-Poison leaned in close, the disguise became unmistakably clear.

The face F-Poison was wearing was that of Gillian.

F-Poison patted her own cheek. "Doesn't matter, as long as it looks good."

With that, F-Poison pulled a pill from her pocket and popped it into Quincy's mouth. "Life-saving pill, half a mil a pop, you're getting a sweet deal."

The moment Quincy swallowed the pill, the oppressive weight she felt lifted. It was indeed the real Life-saving pill.

"Boss, my bad. I could not keep a lid on Patrick's factory and let those Vanguard Agency rats find a foothold. And what I said was true: Percival really did get to Patrick's factory by tailing Gillian. To be safe, Patrick always sent Gillian to fetch the samples. Poor girl was clueless and thought she was just helping Daddy with some paperwork, so we never got made.

When Percival showed up, he focused on Gillian, and that's when the spot blew up. I wanted to swipe Keco's formula, but that Thomas was crafty and had bombs rigged up in advance."

F-Poison waved it off. "I know, it's not on you. Rest up. We can't lose our grip on Sea City. I'll hit you up once you're back in the game."

Quincy nodded, watching F-Poison slip away.

Glancing back, F-Poison's smile shone brighter. "Had you not fired, the bomb you were leaning on would have gone off by now. Congrats, you've lived another day."

With that, F-Poison shut the door and left the safe house.

Cold sweat drenched Quincy. It was clear that F-Poison did not let any detail go unchecked, no matter how small.

And Quincy had not even realized the gun at her waist was rigged to a bomb!

She found the bomb; its countdown halted.

The trigger was the bomb's remote!

shoot. With Vivienne's sudden appearance and her clouded judgment, she could have been an easy

she had survived F-Poison's

At Rivenwood.

dropping Vivienne at her place, Leopold drove Percival

of the grand estate, Leopold killed the engine,

tomorrow," Percival said, tapping the seat before

called out, "Hey, when's Thomas getting back? I can't be

he

late, but Percival slapped Leopold's shoulder, saying, "Congrats,

could not even voice his

Since when did

ever said

Never!

in the car, yelling his

"Thomas, this means war!"

shower,

quickly with a photo of a note that read, [Beware

away, Percival replied: [That

me this time, came straight

like they've got

person is surprisingly very familiar with Vance. Could he be someone from the Vanguard

always felt the enigma bore no ill will but remained elusive, never leaving a trail to

Who could it be?

and replied:

[Be careful.]

phone, gazing at

time, it was her mentor sneaking around; now, that mystery man? Perhaps it was time

to waltz into her backyard like

Somewhere in Rivenwood.

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