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."

meant the leader who oversaw all the special

intrigue passed

were led to the cell

isolated in a sterile, silver room. He was in a standard-issue gray jumpsuit, with black electronic shackles on

and

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

finger. Drops of blood fell, but he was too numb to react, his face finally showing a hint of emotion, "You've

sharply. He reached for a piece of tissue to dab at the blood, his voice resolute, "Gavin promised to look after Cormac. You

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

in Percival's voice halted

he has a real brother. Whitford, you

he cared about, his brother was his soft spot. As Vivienne's voice trailed off, he threw aside his work and

you were a shareholder in both the Littleton and Schram families," Vivienne didn't come right out with it but began recounting what she'd learned, "You colluded with Harrison to steal the Littleton family's pharmaceutical formulas, and conspired

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

now, Whitford was unwilling to

head, her beautiful eyes

ruffling her hair. He pulled out a walkie-talkie from his sleeve, his voice cool as it floated through the air, "Bring

Soon after.

most satisfactory concoctions. The feigned death serum was one of those. However, she remembered her mentor saying that the initial batch of serum had been sold

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