Out in the suburbs, nestled among the rolling green hills, stood a grand villa. Rowan and Ismene, disguised as the Dorian and Cordelia, hurried to the place, urgency etched on their faces.

Inside the living room, Mr. B lounged on a plush sofa, a glass of fine red wine in hand, his silver mask catching the light and shimmering mysteriously.

Exchanging a quick, knowing glance, Rowan and Ismene approached. “Mr. B.”

Mr. B’s eyes lifted slightly, offering them a cursory glance. “It’s been a while. Still no sign of the potion?”

“Ever since Vivienne’s probing last time, we’ve been cautious about making our next move. We’ve mentioned the potion to her, but she’s tight-lipped,” Rowan said, trying to maintain composure. “Ismene and I have been busy setting up a fragrance company. It’s starting to take shape. Yesterday, Vivienne handed over the perfume formula.”

Following Vivienne’s instructions, they had been staying with the Brooks, but their presence was to be minimal.

They were mostly outside, occupied with the company’s business.

They had to proceed with the company as planned to avoid arousing Mr. B’s suspicions, which naturally slowed progress.

Lately, Vivienne had them stay at the company they were supposedly setting up, and they had been nearly absent from the Brooks Mansion for about a month.

Their occasional visits were brief, with little conversation, and they left soon after meals.

During this time, Mr. B had not reached out to them at all.

They were anxious to resolve this matter and get the antidote for the poison coursing through their veins. The excruciating pain when the poison flared was unbearable. They needed to conclude this business and secure the antidote soon.

Therefore, Rowan had repeatedly asked Vivienne whether they should contact Mr. B to find his whereabouts.

But Vivienne had told them it was unnecessary; she had her plans.

So, they could only wait.

Recently, Mr. B had suddenly sent a message summoning them, and after informing Vivienne, they were allowed to come.

“Really?” Mr. B raised an eyebrow. “You’ve secured the perfume formula?”

“Yes.” Rowan handed over the formula Vivienne had given him. “Take a look. Does this contain the components of the potion?”

it, and suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly, shock

cautiously, noting his reaction, “Mr. B?

the

on the

what Vivienne had given him, he was

reaction, he was puzzled and feared that Vivienne might be setting

B stated firmly, “This

Both Rowan and Ismene

the

No way!

Vivienne not supposed to capture

would she give

confused

seems Vivienne’s mother actually included the potion components in the perfume formula. Had

inscrutable, and after a moment, he asked,

watch, and

withdraw from the Brooks

Rowan’s eyes flickered. “Understood.”

a pause, he

her a new task,” Mr.

no more, and left

stared at the formula

an hour later, Rowan and Ismene rushed back in just

and Cordelia have been

B’s expression darkened, “What

group of well-trained intruders had stormed in. They didn’t utter a word before engaging in a fight. They were armed, and Quincy didn’t want to risk exposing our people infiltrated in Rivenwood, so no shots were fired. Dorian and his wife were

B roared

If Dorian and Cordelia reappear, our

thought momentarily and ordered, “Withdraw! Notify Quincy to evacuate our

“Understood.”

was about to leave when Ismene suddenly added, “If Vivienne’s people are the rescuers, it might be too late to withdraw now.

can,” Mr. B said

discussion, Rowan and Ismene

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