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!

with malice, focused on the road

two figures

booth, they headed straight for

just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald

on her tail; we need to know who's behind

few terse messages sent,

The next day.

Vivienne opened her eyes, Percival was already gone

immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost contact

"What happened?"

out of bed

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

ordered, "Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

the Order of Nine Mystics Society,

couldn't afford to

Vivienne grabbed her gear

of the apartment, her phone

enough, [Next time,

words was a picture of Donald tied to a post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass vials were

[Who dares to hurt mine will pay

The Ellington family.

finally regained his freedom after that interrogation. But he hadn't kept his head down for long. Messages from the other

Huxley was sneaking out like always, a

sigh of relief, "You scared me half to death.

be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't

the rush? I'm waiting for the right moment.

"I don't care 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 with you, or I won't be

presence, Mara, having grown up with Wendy, always had

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

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