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!

on the road ahead, completely oblivious to the

an unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly into

Rivenwood toll booth, they headed straight for

was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is

tail; we need to know who's

messages sent, Vivienne turned off

The next day.

opened her eyes, Percival was already

a message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost

"What happened?"

hesitation, 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 suburbs,

ordered, "Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

Draven, "Issue the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every

afford to

dressed, Vivienne grabbed her gear

as she stepped out of the apartment, her phone

enough,

model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder,

with fury as she replied, [Who dares to hurt

The Ellington family.

after that interrogation. But he hadn't kept his head down for long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain he posed no

the morning, as Huxley was sneaking out like always, a

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

crossed, stepped forward, "I should be asking you that. Have you forgotten what it felt like to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What

waiting for the right moment. When

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

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

timid Huxley felt a chill

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