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,

two figures vanished swiftly into the

toll booth, they headed straight for

Matthew's message came through, Vivienne had just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the target is moving towards Capital

replied, [Keep on her tail; we

sent, Vivienne turned off

The next day.

Vivienne opened her eyes, Percival was already gone from her

checked her phone, and a message from Matthew popped up immediately,

"What happened?"

out of

was in contact with Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts. We've heard

"Alert everyone, find

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

afford to

Vivienne grabbed her gear and headed

out of the apartment, her phone vibrated. She checked it swiftly, not Matthew, not

enough, [Next time, I

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

she replied, [Who dares to

The Ellington family.

long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain he posed no threat, urging him

sneaking out like

and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared

to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these

waiting for the right moment. When it

planning, just remember this-I'm still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love

up with

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

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