As soon as Vivienne finished speaking, Percival and Leopold both paused for a beat.

Leopold, who was driving, quickly asked, “Vivienne, what exactly does this organization do?”

He was aware of the situation with Fiona but had never heard of this organization before, so he was trying to get his head around it.

“It’s similar to the Frostfire Intelligence Agency,” Vivienne explained. “They take on tasks assigned by clients – finding people, finding objects, all sorts of stuff. Paula once tried to hire CK to find her daughter, but CK didn’t take the job.

But CK… They don’t have any lines they won’t cross. If the price is right, they’ll even deal in human trafficking, like Fiona did when she hid Astrid for Mr. B. Fiona claimed it was her first time, but it certainly wasn’t CK’s first rodeo.”

Leopold caught on. “So, the baby trafficking cases from before, they had CK’s fingerprints all over them.”

“Exactly,” Vivienne replied, her expression darkening.

CK was a group that had risen to prominence in the past few years, a bit later than the Frostfire Intelligence Agency.

However, because they played by no rules, some individuals with sinister motives sought them out. For their own gain, they would harm other people’s families and their lives.

Thus, CK was more popular in the underworld.

Percival’s deep eyes narrowed as his voice dropped an octave. “Fiona only claimed she was the head of CK and did everything herself.”

“She’s contradicting herself.” Leopold clicked his tongue. “She said that the Astrid thing was her first time dealing in human trafficking, but we know for a fact that CK has trafficked infants before. How could it be the first time?”

“She’s not telling the truth,” Percival murmured, his long fingers tapping slowly on the windowpane.

After a moment, he spoke again, “Let’s head to the safe house.”

Leopold nodded, stepping on the gas as they headed toward the safe house.

Fiona was rather comfortable there, rising punctually each day, passing her free time with books, newspapers, and the news. When questioned, she repeated the same few lines.

She claimed she was the leader of CK, did not know who Mr. B was, and that all transactions were through the Ellington Group and Jeffrey’s art gallery.

Percival entered, finding Fiona absorbed in a painting by Eulalia, or in other words, by Vivienne.

lifted her eyelids, but upon

I trouble you

replied nonchalantly,

“I would like to see all

raised an eyebrow, not knowing what

Fiona treating this place like her personal

smirk as she said, “Sure, but

you want?” Fiona’s eyes shimmered with a hint of hope upon

“I could want a lot of things. Money? Strawberry cheesecake? Rare herbs?

slightly, the smile on her lips growing. “Information on Black Dragon, the

the

code name for

to find any

and interrogated her for so long, had not found any information

Vivienne seemed

up.

hard to find information on

there’s no need to

chin propped on her hand. “I’m not planning on asking you. However, if you want

stayed silent for quite some time before looking up. “Anything else I

on her legs, pondered for a while, then said, “I don’t seem to need

why are you wasting

with a faint smile, “Mr. Wolf, what do I need? Can

Vivienne’s knack for infuriating people seemed

sat next to Vivienne, his long fingers entwining with hers, his

wait! I have to pay for your expenses. You’re too high-maintenance. I can’t afford you no matter how rich I

Just make me spaghetti

eyes lit up.

words, yelling inside, “Enough! I don’t want to see

designs are numerous. You need them, White Tiger doesn’t, but you’re useless to me, while White Tiger could be.

her emotions betraying her control for a

code name known only

were the highest authorities in CK, and all orders

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