Downstairs, Vivienne slid into the car and pulled out her phone.

Another text message blinked on the screen.

[Transport, Astrid, someone else pitched in.]

Percival frowned slightly, “The mysterious informant again?”

Vivienne massaged her temples, her eyes reflecting a hint of frustration, “Yeah, still no trace. Whenever I try to enter their domain, my system crashes completely!”

The mysterious person’s IP address changed with every message, and tracking them down led to system failures or outright computer crashes.

The hacking skills were so advanced that even she was at a loss.

Vivienne had been trying to track the informant with no success.

To this day, she still could not determine whether this person was an ally or a smokescreen deployed by GTO.

Percival glanced at the message, “Their wording is vague. Can you make anything out of it?”

Vivienne shook her head, “I can’t make heads or tails of it.”

The last two made some sense, but transport?

Was GTO planning to smuggle something out?

Their research was not complete yet, so what was it?

She did not have a solid theory yet and decided to pass the message on to the Nine Mystics Society for Draven to investigate.

“Vivienne, where to now?” Leopold asked.

Vivienne pocketed her phone. “We’re heading to the Ellington Mansion.”

“To the Ellingtons? For what? Percival, didn’t you just leave? What’s this, homesickness?” Leopold asked, puzzled.

Vivienne slapped the back of Leopold’s head.

When would he learn?

I’m going to go

would have retorted, “No! I want to lie in

being smacked by

slap was not ordinary.

shoulder,

at school,” Percival said, wrapping his arm around Vivienne’s shoulder and

from Leopold nearly sent them both

drive? Hogging the

edition car that usually commanded the

freely, never expecting anyone to dare get

glanced out the window. “Don’t you see that

he paused, a shadow crossing his face. He stared at the compact

“Vivienne.”

“Yes?”

trace of amusement flickered in

Mansion, Richard and Cecilia were busy selecting a wedding dress for

not set, it was always good

will look stunning on Vivienne,”

I think these are prettier

had picked out a

a sofa covered in dress designs, and paused. “Mom, are you and Dad renewing your

smacked his forehead. “Can’t you say

at a

him

another wedding. These are for Vivienne. Move aside;

you’re here! Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve prepared some

but his grandfather had already made a beeline for Vivienne, making him feel

Fine!

certain he was not

Vivienne must be.

exchanging pleasantries with Richard and Cecilia, Vivienne said, “Grandpa, my father deeply regrets what happened at yesterday’s birthday banquet.

was Jeffrey’s lack of sense. He should be the one

looked apologetically at

with the

not blame Richard. His support for her

characters, the birthday

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