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!

the road ahead, completely oblivious to the black

corner, two figures

toll booth, they headed straight

was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the target is moving towards Capital Edge Estates, still

her tail; we need to know who's

terse messages sent,

The next day.

her eyes, Percival was

checked her phone, and a message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost contact with Donald, suspect

"What happened?"

hesitation, Vivienne got out of bed

but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts. We've heard from

ordered, "Alert everyone, find Donald-dead

"Issue the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the suburbs. We must find

couldn't afford to

dressed, Vivienne grabbed her gear

phone vibrated. She checked it swiftly, not Matthew,

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

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

she replied, [Who dares

The Ellington family.

his head down for long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain he posed

out like always, a delicate voice suddenly burst forth,

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

to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have

waiting for the right moment. When it

what you're planning, 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

up with Wendy, always had the upper hand

her, the naturally timid Huxley felt

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255