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.

masking her

Ramona's meridians...

on earth do

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

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

Wolf, your damsel in

if you wanted to tear down the palace,

palace? Mr. Wolf, I seriously doubt the image I have in your heart," Vivienne wrinkled her

hers, "As heaven is my witness, you are flawless in my eyes, the woman I love most in

her heart race every time he looked at her

scene flipped

as possible, staring up at the ceiling's intricate patterns with feigned indifference.

accustomed to their bosses' relentless public displays of affection, they

Let me go!" Ramona couldn't stand the bizarre atmosphere any

bubble of tenderness between Percival and

Ramona's panic was fleeting, "What do you mean 'pulling my strings'? Vivienne, I'm telling you, everything you posted online is fake. I could sue you

exactly did you do to alter your meridians, to make yourself look like an ordinary person? Your skills should be quite impressive; you shouldn't

"You, what nonsense are you spouting?! What skills? I don't know what you're talking

not going to give up till the

Anna replied in

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