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 emotions from

Ramona's meridians...

what on earth do you

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

do them good to take lessons from her. Their

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

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

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

my witness, you are flawless

her with those deep, affectionate eyes and spoke those cheesy lines. Ramona

the scene flipped

standing behind Percival and Vivienne, tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible,

to their bosses' relentless public displays of affection, they

me go!" Ramona couldn't

sharp voice popped the bubble

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

to alter your meridians, to

nonsense are you spouting?! What skills? I

like you're not going to give up till

ma'am," Anna replied in a deep

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