At this very moment, even a brief second of tranquility was more than Ramona could bear.

She had been rattled to her core by the surveillance footage, tears streaming down her face as she screamed, "This is it! I've said all I can say! Please, please let me go! I haven't even started anything! It wasn't me who messed with your mom; it was all the Grimshaws. I was cornered. I was truly forced!"

Vivienne settled back on the couch, her gaze drifting lightly over Ramona. It was unclear whether she believed her or not. She crossed her legs and said nothing.

Percival had been silent since the beginning, his eyes only on Vivienne, not deviating in the slightest, playing the role of the devoted husband to perfection. Ramona's eyes flickered swiftly.

It seemed like a flash of resentment passed through them.

But it was so quick no one saw.

"Ma'am." Anna stood by her, Ramona's tireless voice echoing in her ears.

She turned a deaf ear, simply waiting for Vivienne's command.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Vivienne finally spoke indifferently, "Let her go."

The evening wind sliced across Ramona's face like a blade.

She sped along the freeway, scenes from the night's confrontation with Vivienne racing through her mind.

Her heart burned with fury!

If it weren't for the mission, if her meridians hadn't been altered, preventing her from using force!

She would've twisted Vivienne's head off herself!

road ahead, completely oblivious to

unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly into

the Rivenwood toll booth, they headed straight for

Vivienne had just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it;

replied, [Keep on her tail; we need

few terse messages sent, Vivienne turned off her

The next day.

Vivienne opened her eyes, Percival was already

and a message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost

"What happened?"

hesitation, Vivienne got out

rushed but composed, "I was in contact with Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts. We've heard from the people watching Ramona's

"Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

then dialed Draven, "Issue the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the suburbs. We must find

afford to

grabbed her gear and headed

of the apartment, her phone vibrated. She checked it

chilling enough,

a post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass vials were filled with an unknown green liquid. The sender even had the audacity

replied, [Who dares to

The Ellington family.

the other side came daily, as if certain he posed

was sneaking out like always, a delicate voice suddenly burst forth, startling

and breathed a sigh of relief, "You

locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have

the right moment. When it comes, you'll have

at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a

presence, Mara, having grown up with Wendy, always had

Huxley felt a chill

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