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!

focused on the road ahead, completely oblivious

corner, two figures

toll booth, they headed straight

for bed. His message

we

messages sent,

The next day.

opened her eyes, Percival was already gone from

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

"What happened?"

got out of bed and called

response to calls or texts. We've heard from the people watching Ramona's

ordered, "Alert everyone, find

hung up quickly, then dialed Draven, "Issue the Order of Nine Mystics

afford to

dressed, Vivienne grabbed her gear and

apartment, her phone vibrated. She checked it

enough, [Next time, I won't go

a picture of Donald tied to 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

fury as she replied, [Who dares to hurt mine will pay with their

The Ellington family.

head down for long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain

in the morning, as Huxley was sneaking out like always, a delicate voice

sigh of relief, "You scared

Vivienne? What have you been up to

replied, "What's the rush? I'm waiting for the right moment. When it comes, you'll have your chance

remember this-I'm still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down with you, or I won't be

up with Wendy, always had the upper hand

timid Huxley felt a chill at

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