Kaitlyn had no talent for the arts of ancient warrior lineage. She could barely protect herself under the watchful eyes of her peers, and now she was the most relaxed among them. "I don't really pay attention! I follow Vivienne's lead!"

Vivienne's smile grew even brighter. "It's just a couple of urns of ashes. If you want to smash them, go ahead. I just hope Mr. Grimshaw and Gavin don't live to regret it!"

With that, Vivienne turned to Leopold. "Let's bounce, Leopold!"

"What?"

As Gavin and Asher gaped in shock, Leopold ripped off the latex mask from his face, his smile wild. "You got it, Vivienne!"

"Not good!" Asher's keen eyes spotted the red cartridge in his hand. Breaking free from Vivienne's clutches, he dashed forward, intent on stopping him.

"Gavin, are you out of your mind?" As he charged ahead, he didn't forget to glance at Gavin, frowning and lost in thought. "If Miss Hawthorn doesn't give a damn about the peace of her friends' parents after death, why should we care? Stuff like ashes, better to scatter them to the winds!"

"You're right."

Vivienne's fingers flashed with a cold gleam, and a sharp silver needle plunged into Asher's acupoint as he was caught off guard. "Ashes, indeed, are better scattered."

"Ugh..." The pain was like being torn apart, forcing Asher to his knees.

Vivienne didn't think it was enough, stomping hard on his shoulder. "Especially for a man like Mr. Grimshaw. Perfect for grinding to dust!"

"Asher!" Gavin's grip on the urn tightened. He might not respect Asher, but he couldn't let him be harmed on his watch!

"Freeze!"

A dagger with a cold glint was pressed against Asher's throat, the blade cutting through his skin, with blood dripping down the silver edge onto the ground.

higher. "Vivienne, stop! If

pain causing his eyes to roll back. As sweat trickled down his neck onto the wound, the stinging pain

gaze, heavy as a specter at midnight, struggled to focus

unphased, even smiling down at Asher. "Mr. Grimshaw,

bodyguards. "What's up? Doesn't your young master's word count for

master in

the ground with a series

of the factory, only to

down his car window. His gaze was fixed solely on Vivienne. "Ma'am, get

the entrance, and Vivienne, seeing this, was in no

of glances with Leopold, who was protecting Kaitlyn in the middle,

in the cars and the doors were shut, Vivienne slowly removed the dagger from Asher's throat. Then, with a sharp knee to the man's lower back,

the roar of the cars speeding away and the sound of the urn shattering. The dust kicked up

his nose and mouth, retreating as he looked at the white spread on the ground,

welled up within him, as if a heavy stone weighed on his chest, his body trembling

pulled the silver needle from his acupoint, the

for? Get moving, or

as he ranted, "I don't know how the Abernathys ever put you in charge,

gaze lingered on Asher for only a moment before his expression changed. He

ground outside, he couldn't help but look

Why?

feel this

news, something's

he stepped through the Abernathy gates, the disciple responsible for guarding the Abernathy Graveyard came tumbling over, rolling in the mud without care, collapsing

a beat,

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