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 emotions

Ramona's meridians...

earth do

turned to Percival with tearful

to take lessons from her.

nudged Percival with her elbow, "Mr. Wolf, your damsel in distress

you wanted to tear down the palace,

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

are flawless in my eyes, the woman I love most

countless confessions from Percival over time, Vivienne still felt her heart race every time he looked at her with those deep, affectionate

the scene flipped so

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

relentless public displays of affection, they still found

are you even listening to me? Let me

voice popped the bubble of tenderness between Percival and

figure in the room, Vivienne stood up, "Ms. Grimshaw, we really don't want to make 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 you, everything you posted online is fake. I could sue you for slander.

you do to alter your meridians, to make yourself look like an ordinary

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

her tongue in disapproval, "Seems like you're not going to give up till the last second, huh? Anna,

Anna replied

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