Percival gestured reassuringly for Vivienne to walk in.

Griffin didn't give a damn, shot Audrey a glowering look, and shoved open the door to let Vivienne in, "Grandpa's in your hands now, Vivienne."

Vivienne stumbled a bit from the push. Thankfully, her footing was solid, or she might have ended up face-first on the floor.

Talk about unexpected. No wonder she caught Leopold's eye. Both of them had a way of taking you by surprise.

Meanwhile, Kala was holed up at home.

When Darren got back from wrapping up some work outside, he walked in to find her chilling and watching TV, "Kala, you alright? All that online drama sorted out?"

Kala popped a potato chip into her mouth, "Not even close."

"So, you're just... chilling?"

How could she be so laid-back?

Ronald came out of the kitchen with a fruit bowl in his hands. "Don't mind her. She's been like this since she got back from the studio. Vivienne called earlier. The agency's taking over the whole mess, told her to take a few days off. Kala's over the moon."

"Well, she's happy, at least."

Darren was exasperated. "The agency's swamped. Ramona came prepared; high-def videos are all over the net, and the trolls are practically crashing the platforms with their venom."

As he spoke, he couldn't even understand. "I'm baffled, really. What's your beef with Ramona that she'd set up such a scheme to target you?"

"She's not after me." Kala finally tore her gaze away from the screen. "She's trying to drive a wedge between me and Vivienne, though I can't fathom her endgame."

a lousy actress," Kala spread her hands dismissively, "I'm

were

more than enough

the sky. People in the biz first thought she had some kind of backing, but turns out, zip.

and

in the cutthroat

take. "Seems like our adversary isn't afraid of

for a while now.

Kala was

time Vivienne came to talk to Ronald, they kept their conversation private in his

largely in the

that even Darren knew, her curiosity was piqued. "Vivienne's been out of touch for ages. Are you guys into

was at a loss for words. Revealing anything

of irritation for his loose lips, he switched off the TV and ushered Kala to stand, "It's nothing.

Meanwhile, at CK Penitentiary.

there was a bed, a desk, and even a coffee table set with coffee paraphernalia, indistinguishable from those outside, with the serene scent of coffee pervading the small space. Not a single guard

unmarked grave, was sitting calmly at the coffee table. His wrists and ankles bore electronic

familiar style recognized by those who knew him when he was alive, his face always wearing a faint, serene smile.

there, they'd see his eyes weren't focused at all. They were cold, empty,

he was a machine. A flawed prototype of the androids developed by Ronald, capable of mimicking human actions

destruction solely due

a decoy might draw out

GTO would risk their life for someone who might not even

laughed at his fanciful thinking, saying he was too old to be

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