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

intrigue passed through Vivienne's

spoke, they were led to the cell

standard-issue

and gestured for the

cushy compared to your brother, Cormac. He spent over a decade doing hard labor

trembled, and 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 it were

piece of tissue to dab at the blood, his voice resolute, "Gavin promised to look after Cormac. You think you can

talking about, is that being exiled

tone in Percival's voice halted Whitford's

brother. Whitford, you know

his brother was his soft spot. As Vivienne's voice trailed off, he threw aside his work and grabbed the bars, "What do

Harrison to steal the Littleton family's pharmaceutical formulas,

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

Whitford was

her head, her beautiful eyes

surprise in her gaze effortlessly and smiled faintly, affectionately ruffling her hair. He pulled out

Soon after.

of bottle her mother had always favored for her 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 off and

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