Vivienne let out a sigh, expelling the frustration from her chest as she looked up at Percival.

"Mr. Wolf, Vanguard Agency has been shut down. Are those people who were locked up still there?"

Percival blinked in surprise, "Give me a moment to check."

He had heard that the prisoners from Vanguard Agency had been moved. But since he didn't work there, he hadn't paid it much attention.

Not sure what Vivienne was up to, but willing to help out, he decided to give Micah a call.

Meanwhile, at the Abernathy mansion.

The grand room was bustling with people.

From Gavin to Harrison, including Zinnia, who should have been playing the patient in the hospital but was instead sitting up straight, dignified in her seat.

"Harrison, what's the situation at the hospital?" Gavin asked, scanning the room before turning to Harrison, who was seated beside him.

was too late, Dad. I underestimated Vivienne

refrained from being harsh, given Harrison's evident regret. He simply nodded, "The Ellingtons have always been a tough nut to crack. It's understandable that you were unprepared, having never dealt

already leaked the Littletons' location. That loser and his daughter are probably trapped at home by now." Zinnia fidgeted with her dress, slightly tense, "I have contacts at the estate. I've informed them about the situation, and they've agreed to help rally the homeowners to drive out the Littletons." "But, they want a hundred grand for their help after it's done." It was her first time dealing with

the secret recipe, what the Grimshaws would offer

had to succeed, failure was not an option! He turned to Harrison, "Stoke the fires online. And find the Littletons' new hideout as quickly as possible.

glint in his eye, "Why not dig up her parents' graves? If we find what you're after, great. If not,

The room fell silent.

hidden behind his bangs, showed a trace of cruelty, "It's

wrong?" Gavin laughed heartily. "Kipling, you always have the best schemes. Harrison, you're too straight-laced. You could learn a thing or two from Kipling! Gather a crew and head to Saddlehill Cemetery. Those Littletons are dead and buried,

a barely perceptible

the property management office of the

is this?! Allowing a criminal

done, letting a criminal live

in a tasteful, modest dress led a group of equally mature

stood two bodyguards, holding up a red banner with bold, black letters: [The Littletons Must Leave

woman, "Raquel, I'm terribly sorry. We simply don't have the authority to evict anyone. Everyone's a homeowner; we're just here to serve, we can't just throw

would go hassle

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