Vivienne looked pale as a ghost.

Clearly, it was time to fast-track the development of the new bomb detector. They could not afford another incident like this.

But Imogen’s face was a tapestry of tension, and Vivienne noticed.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

Imogen shook her head, troubled. “No, there should be thirty-one… Yesterday, he found one…”

She reached up, touching the headband nestled in her hair—a gift from her beloved, cherished more than gold. Just yesterday, he had whispered to her with undying affection, “Your hair is your crowning glory, love. With this, you’re even more radiant.”

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Three seconds remained.

Tears welled in her eyes as she dashed out of the Ellington Mansion.

Vivienne and Percival had no time to react before a deafening explosion shook the air.

When the smoke cleared, only a shattered necklace remained on the ground. It was the token Richard had given to Imogen, a symbol of her acceptance into the Ellington family.

The bomb’s force had vaporized Imogen instantly, like a plane plummeting from the sky, obliterating everything in its path.

Vivienne and Percival were frozen. If Imogen had not acted on her instincts, they, too, would have been reduced to nothing.

Not far away, in a parked car, Isolde burst into tears. She had watched her beloved aunt vanish, her waterfall of hair gone without a trace.

Cecilia nestled into her husband’s embrace.

Out of all Flynn’s sins, Imogen was the most tragic victim—a solitary girl who vanished from existence without a last word, as if she had never been.

Vivienne stepped outside; the air still held a tinge of fire powder. She picked up the unrecognizable necklace and wiped it clean with her hands.

owe her a dignified farewell.

nodded, drawing Vivienne close, comforting

the Ellington Mansion and raided Flynn’s room, taking away all

Vivienne

on the nightstand, everything untouched. The

approached, she noticed a hair entangled in a button

hair, holding it between her fingers. Suddenly, her

the strand, something felt

Percival approached, concerned at her

of her own hairs and placed both strands

brow furrowed as he felt the hairs, and

hair from Flynn’s pajama was

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

GTO headquarters, stretching her neck before firing up

it was

we’ll meet

been there, they would have recognized her as

Meanwhile.

was nowhere

Society to pursue the allegedly deceased Imogen. But she could not

for any trace of Imogen in

“But Vivienne, isn’t

stopped, seeing her stern face, and accepted

Vivienne’s brows knitted together.

and her connection to F-Poison remained

hidden

uncovered the secret of Imogen’s feigned

person they saw and the bomb that exploded were

on the Ellington Mansion’s gate. The

with smoke from the bomb to create a brief visual blind spot, allowing her to escape

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