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!

hesitation to shoot. With Vivienne's sudden appearance and her clouded judgment, she could

had

At Rivenwood.

her place, Leopold drove Percival

of the grand estate, Leopold

tomorrow," Percival said,

out, "Hey, when's

back casually. "Didn't he say he's coming

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

not even

Griffin? Since when did he

ever said

Never!

in the

"Thomas, this means war!"

shower,

a note

Percival replied: [That mystery person

Didn't message me this time,

added: [Seems like they've got tabs

familiar with Vance. Could he be someone from the

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

Who could it be?

in her bed and replied: [Doubtful, but

[Be careful.]

off her phone, gazing at

now, that mystery man? Perhaps it was

like it was nothing. Unsettling,

Somewhere in Rivenwood.

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