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

Ramona's meridians...

what on earth

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 just leave me alone?" Vivienne propped her head on her hand, thinking that Ramona's ability to switch faces was so much

would do them good to take lessons from her. Their performances wouldn't have been so unconvincing

Wolf,

look of resignation flickered in Percival's eyes, "Even if you wanted to tear down the palace, I'd be right there with

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

heaven is my witness, you are

felt her heart race every time he looked at her with those deep, affectionate eyes and spoke those cheesy lines. Ramona was

the scene flipped

Vivienne, tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible, staring up at the ceiling's intricate patterns with

bosses' relentless public displays of affection, they still found it

me? Let me go!" Ramona couldn't stand

sharp voice popped the bubble of tenderness between Percival

was fleeting, "What do you mean 'pulling my strings'? Vivienne, I'm telling you, everything you posted online is fake. I could sue you for slander. Why is your

to alter your meridians, to make yourself look like an ordinary person? Your skills should be quite impressive; you shouldn't have been caught by my

are you spouting?!

like you're not going to give up till the last

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