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.

car, addressing Percival, “We owe her

nodded, drawing Vivienne close, comforting her with a gentle

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

herself, Vivienne

and Flynn stood on the nightstand, everything untouched. The bed was made to perfection, two sets of clean pajamas

a hair entangled in a button of Flynn’s pajama top—likely

it between her fingers. Suddenly, her

examining the strand, something

Vivienne?” Percival approached, concerned at

her own hairs and placed both strands in his hand.

as he felt the hairs, and realization

from Flynn’s pajama

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

returned to GTO headquarters, stretching her neck before firing up the

was

Percival, we’ll meet again another

have recognized her as Imogen, supposedly

Meanwhile.

body was nowhere to be

Order of Nine Mystics Society to pursue the allegedly deceased Imogen. But she could not risk exposure with a traitor still lurking within the

to Draven and Matthew. “Search for any trace of Imogen in secret. Report back the moment

“But Vivienne,

her stern

Vivienne’s brows knitted together.

she knew it. But her true identity within GTO and her

hidden her

finally uncovered the secret of Imogen’s

that exploded were real,

found a sophisticated projector on the Ellington Mansion’s gate. The

before the explosion. The scene was a pre-arranged hologram, coupled with smoke from the bomb to create a brief visual blind spot, allowing her to escape under

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