Brian tucked away Mr. B’s portrait. Despite having a target worth ten times more than Brody’s, losing the cash hurt, no matter how he sliced it.

But Brody was already buried in the schematics of a potion, oblivious to the ruins around him.

His sole focus was concocting the antidote to make the Specter Healer concede defeat.

“Vivienne, he isn’t faking it, is he?” Brian asked, uneasy.

If Brody bolted again, finding him again would not be a walk in the park.

Vivienne’s lips curved slightly. “No chance.”

Brody was obsessed with medicine; once hooked, it was tough to pull him out.

His greatest adversary was her.

He had spent half his life trying to best her.

Now, why would he not be thrilled with a golden opportunity and Brian out of his hair?

Furthermore, staying put meant he could concentrate totally on his research.

Brian sighed. “Vivienne, what about my money?”

Vivienne glanced at him. “After all this, you’ll get Brody’s bounty.”

Money, money, money. Were all her associates so greedy?

Brian chuckled. “Alright, Vivienne, I’m off the…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Vivienne kicked him into the lab. “Clean this mess first!”

Brian scratched his head. No escaping it, after all.

Brody had not wrecked, Anna deciphered the mystery

my analysis?” Anna handed

skimmed it. “Yep, next time you encounter

relief. Noticing Brody poring over diagrams, she commented, “I expected an

was pushing forty;

beside him. “Been studying anti-aging,

up. “Nope. Fifteen years ago, I botched an experiment, face full

elixir of immortality by

up. “I’ve got it! The previous dosage was too low. A bit more,

into the lab, cluttered

watched, pondering the potion in Brody’s hand, a new idea

Vivienne, what

head. “What he knows doesn’t matter,

echoed from the lab,

were routine to the others—there

them for Brody, and took

way, Vivienne got a text

from Griffin. Miss you. Hurry

played on Vivienne’s lips,

replied: [Miss you too.

all, covered her

Oh, the drama!

At Griffin’s house.

before Griffin, all about a new bomb, interspersed with

original concepts, heightening the bomb’s

Vivienne

open, and they

and Leopold stayed outside

her hair and in pajamas, didn’t look up. “This is what I’ve

quick sketch of the internal design in

papers, said, “I need detailed data on the bomb’s

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