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!

eyes were dark with malice, focused on the road ahead, completely oblivious to the black

corner, two figures vanished

toll booth, they

bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the

her tail; we need

messages sent, Vivienne turned

The next day.

Percival was already gone

immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost

"What happened?"

hesitation, Vivienne got out of bed and

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 suburbs, but there's still

"Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

hung up quickly, then dialed Draven, "Issue the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the suburbs. We

afford to

her gear and headed

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

chilling enough, [Next time,

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

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

The Ellington family.

Messages from the other side

was sneaking out like always, a delicate

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

what it felt like to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have

waiting for the right moment. When it

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

grown up with Wendy, always had the upper hand

Huxley felt a chill

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