Vivienne and Percival's paperwork went through without a hitch. After a quick lunch, they wrapped up all the formalities within half an hour and collected the various IDs and permits issued by the authorities. The newlyweds' first stop was to drive to the HK Penitentiary.

After some restructuring by the Vanguard Agency, several convicts had been transferred from their previous underground cells to these more secure facilities.

Now, they were housed alongside traitors to the state and suspects involved in particularly heinous crimes.

The security was so tight, a fly couldn't buzz through the air without being zapped by one of the hidden laser guns in the corners.

It was Vivienne's first visit to this prison, and she discreetly looked around, the green light strips on the floor giving her the sensation of walking through the corridors of a high-tech spaceship from a sci-fi blockbuster.

"Are we going to send the criminals we catch to this place from now on?" Vivienne suddenly asked, turning to look at Percival.

The man nodded without hesitation, "The number of turncoats within the Vanguard Agency has the higher-ups on edge. From now on, all prisoners captured by any special division will be detained here. Without a pass from the top brass, no one is allowed to transfer them out."

top brass, he meant the leader who

flicker of intrigue

to the cell

in a standard-issue

narrowed his eyes slightly and gestured for the

a stool by the observation window, "You've got it cushy compared to your brother, Cormac. He spent over a decade doing

the needle pricked his finger. Drops of blood fell, but he was too numb to react, his face finally showing a hint of emotion, "You've seen Cormac?" Vivienne nodded as if

of tissue to dab at the blood, his voice resolute, "Gavin promised to look after Cormac. You think you can take someone from the head of the Abernathy family? Such big talk for a

'care' you're talking about, is that being exiled to a small mountain village, living with

tone in Percival's voice halted Whitford's

eyes twinkled with mischief, "Oh, and he's been calling Emrys 'Dad.' I bet he doesn't even remember he has a real brother. Whitford, you

soft spot. As Vivienne's voice trailed off, he threw aside his work and grabbed

learned, "You colluded with Harrison to steal the Littleton family's pharmaceutical formulas, and conspired with Emrys to bring ruin to the Littleton

his knee-jerk reaction, "Impossible, don't even

now, Whitford was unwilling

head, her beautiful eyes meeting

her hair. He pulled out

Soon after.

death serum was one of those. However, she remembered her mentor saying that the initial batch of serum had been sold off and was now primarily in the hands of the Abernathy

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