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 the black

an unseen corner, two figures

toll booth, they headed straight for the

was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it;

we need to know who's behind

a few terse messages sent,

The next day.

Percival was already gone from

phone, and a message from Matthew popped up immediately,

"What happened?"

hesitation, Vivienne got out of bed and called

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 place that she's

everyone, find Donald-dead

Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood,

couldn't afford

dressed, Vivienne grabbed her gear and

the apartment, her phone vibrated. She checked it swiftly,

enough,

bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass vials were filled with an unknown green liquid.

shrank with fury as she replied, [Who

The Ellington family.

hadn't kept his head down for long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain he posed

like always, a delicate

turned to see Mara and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared

it felt like to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't you say you were going to take over the Ellington family? There's

waiting for the right moment.

just 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

Mara, having grown up with Wendy, always

by her, the naturally timid Huxley felt a chill at his

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