After getting Anna settled, Vivienne received another message from Matthew.

[Vivienne, Scott’s found Rowan and Ismene!]

A sly smile curled Vivienne’s ruby lips.

That Scott never did sit still. Fresh from nabbing the potion, now he was off cleaning house.

Truly a loyal hound for GTO.

Vivienne glanced up, her gaze laced with intrigue as she eyed Percival, her voice dripping with seduction, “Mr. Wolf, there’s a show worth catching. Care to join?”

Percival’s lips curved subtly as he said, “Sounds good.”

In a quaint village in the suburbs of Rivenwood.

Rowan and Ismene had been masquerading as locals, too scared to show their faces.

They feared not only Vivienne and Percival.

Just the name Mr. B was enough to send shivers down their spines.

Their betrayal of the organization was no secret now. If found, they were as good as dead.

They managed a farmhouse turned bed-and-breakfast, frequented by those seeking the rustic charm of country living, basically hiding in plain sight. Who would suspect that these simple farmers were assassins trained by GTO?

A sleek black SUV pulled up to the farmhouse, a reservation made days in advance.

Donning simple clothes and a straw hat, Rowan approached with a basket of apples.

“Mr. Brooks, I presume,” Rowan said, sizing up the man before him.

Indeed, it was the missing patriarch of the Brooks family, Scott.

Although in hiding, Rowan and Ismene kept abreast of city affairs – one must always be ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

recent bed-and-breakfast booking

of elegance in his black trench coat and

ago,” Scott said, his

the Brooks family. After some digging, Rowan knew the Brooks family did not possess the potion. Even if they did, they were enemies

hand, and offered a naive smile, “Mr. Brooks, your room is ready.

and

as he reached the

is quite fresh

the village,” Rowan

turned, his eyes darkening as he slowly said, “I wonder how easy it is

reaching into the basket, but before he could draw his weapon, Scott

bled profusely, though he managed to

flicked her fan, revealing a sharp dagger

next moment, Scott kicked her away, firing

legs flailing,

in

you could ambush me? Forgotten

skilled not just in

at Scott, “You… You’re Mr.

his gun squarely at Rowan’s forehead, saying, “There’s no need to dirty Mr. B’s hands to

been duped;

Scott’s gaze turned fierce, “There’s only one

Bang!

end;

to their surprise, it was Scott who was

with a gun and a

his hand where the bullet had passed

find

her hand, then stashed it in Percival’s pocket. She

with disdain. “Who do you think tipped you

Scott was taken aback.

fishing, and

Ismene were

eyes on Vivienne. “The issues between father

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