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?

coming back? I’m going to go nuts with Leopold’s

“No! I want to

by

slap was not ordinary. It was painful as

on Percival’s shoulder, she asked, “Who’s

Percival said, wrapping his arm around Vivienne’s shoulder

sudden brake from Leopold nearly sent them both

you drive? Hogging the road!” Leopold cursed,

a limited edition car that usually

never expecting anyone

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

shadow crossing his face. He stared at the compact delivery van, his

“Vivienne.”

“Yes?”

replied solemnly, but a trace of amusement flickered in her eyes. She now understood

Cecilia were busy selecting a wedding dress

the wedding date was not set,

on Vivienne,” Richard said, pointing to a

to several other dresses. “Dad, I think these are prettier and suit

had picked out a

in with Vivienne, confronted by a sofa covered in dress designs, and

him a look and smacked his forehead. “Can’t

a

around him prone to

said irritably, “I’m too old for another wedding.

and approached Vivienne with a warm smile, “Vivienne, you’re here! Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve prepared some treats for you. Hungry for anything in particular? I’ll have it made right

Richard, but his grandfather had already made

Fine!

certain he was not

Vivienne must be.

regrets what happened at yesterday’s birthday banquet. He

it was Jeffrey’s lack of sense.

apologetically

she disliked the spotlight, but yesterday’s incident with the other family branch

for her was still fresh in her

because of some unsavory characters,

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