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.

the recent

his black trench coat and finely tailored

days ago,” Scott said, his

family did not possess the potion. Even if they did, they were enemies of the

offered a naive smile, “Mr. Brooks,

and followed

the doorstep, his stride

is quite fresh

the village,” Rowan

he slowly said,

before he could draw his weapon, Scott

shoulder bled profusely, though he managed to dodge

revealing a sharp

kicked her away, firing

flailing, unable to

wicker chair in the yard,

could ambush me? Forgotten

be skilled not just in ability

at Scott, “You… You’re Mr.

forehead, saying, “There’s no need to dirty

shocked, then realized they had been duped; they had not met Mr. B but

“There’s only one fate

Bang!

the end;

their surprise, it was

in with a gun and a mocking smile. “Mr. Brooks,

where the bullet

you find me?” He

in Percival’s pocket. She preferred

with disdain. “Who do you think tipped you off

Scott was taken aback.

fishing, and he was the

Rowan and Ismene were escorted out

Vivienne. “The issues between father and

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