Midnight.

Above the YQ Research Center, in the manor house nestled under the shadow of night.

In the pitch-dark living room, sobs echoed intermittently.

The ghostly moonlight slipped through the windows, faintly revealing the silhouette of a person writhing on the floor.

"Click!"

Lights flooded the villa, illuminating the figures of Vivienne and Percival as they emerged from the darkness.

Their cold gazes fell upon Ramona, who was bound hand and foot in the center of the room.

By day, she was a damsel in distress, but now her eyes, having adjusted to the light, glared furiously at the two of them.

Percival gestured slightly, and Thomas stepped forward to rip the duct tape from Ramona's mouth.

Instantly, Ramona twisted in agony, collapsing to the floor, groaning uncontrollably.

Anna sauntered over, crouched beside her, and propped her up, gripping her cheek firmly, "Ms. Grimshaw, I'd advise you not to fight this. Answer our questions, and maybe we can all play nice. Otherwise, well let's just say we won't be so merciful."

Anna's hand, holding a switchblade, brushed lightly over Ramona's wrist.

Her icy eyes paused momentarily, giving a subtle shake of her head to Vivienne.

Vivienne's fingertip twitched, and Anna stood up, retreating to her position behind Vivienne, her sharp gaze never leaving Ramona.

slightly, masking her

Ramona's meridians...

earth do

keep up her act. Struggling fiercely, her eyes burning with rage, she shot at Vivienne, "Let me go this instant! Or you'll regret it!" After ranting at Vivienne, she turned to Percival with tearful eyes, "Mr. Ellington, are you really going to let your fiancée run wild? She's already ruined my career; why won't you

to take lessons from her. Their performances wouldn't have been so unconvincing back

elbow, "Mr. Wolf, your

resignation flickered in Percival's eyes, "Even if you wanted to tear down the palace,

Tearing down the palace? Mr. Wolf, I seriously doubt the image I have in

are flawless in my eyes, the woman I love most

looked at her with those deep, affectionate eyes and spoke those cheesy lines. Ramona was baffled. Weren't

had the scene flipped

and Anna, standing behind Percival and Vivienne, tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible, staring up at the ceiling's intricate patterns with feigned indifference.

displays of affection, they still

me? Let me go!"

the bubble of tenderness between Percival and

this difficult for you. We just want to know who's pulling your strings." Ramona's panic was fleeting, "What do you mean 'pulling my strings'? Vivienne, I'm telling

fingers slowly moved to Ramona's neck, her beautiful eyes shining dangerously, "I'm just curious: what exactly did you do to alter your meridians, to make

are you spouting?! What skills?

not going to give up till the

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