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

unseen corner, two figures vanished

booth, they headed straight for the

her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the target is moving towards Capital

on her tail; we need

messages sent, Vivienne

The next day.

Percival was already gone from her

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

"What happened?"

Vivienne got out of bed

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 place that she's back from the

"Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the suburbs.

couldn't afford to

her gear and headed

the apartment, her phone vibrated. She checked it

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

bomb-instead of gunpowder, the

fury as she replied, [Who dares

The Ellington family.

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

as Huxley was sneaking out like always, a delicate

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

you that. Have you forgotten what it felt like to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne?

rush? I'm waiting for the right moment. When it comes, you'll have your

still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left,

terms of presence, Mara, having grown up with Wendy,

her, the naturally timid Huxley felt a chill

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