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!

were dark with malice, focused on the road ahead, completely oblivious to the black car tailing her

unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly into

the Rivenwood toll booth, they headed

was ready for bed. His message read,

her tail; we need to know who's behind

sent,

The next day.

opened her eyes, Percival was already

from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost contact with

"What happened?"

got out of bed and

a bit 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

"Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search

couldn't afford to

Vivienne grabbed her gear and headed

her phone vibrated. She checked it swiftly,

the text that came was chilling enough, [Next time, I won't

with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the

she replied, [Who dares

The Ellington family.

interrogation. But he hadn't kept his head down for long. Messages from the other side came

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

to see Mara and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me half to death. What are you doing

Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't you say you were going to take over the

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

mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down with you, or I won't be

with Wendy,

being stared down by her, the naturally timid Huxley felt a chill

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