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.

Percival, “We owe her

comforting her with a

special squad cleared the Ellington Mansion and raided

Vivienne entered

everything untouched. The bed was made to perfection, two

Vivienne approached, she noticed a hair entangled in a button of Flynn’s pajama

it between her fingers.

examining the strand, something

wrong, Vivienne?” Percival approached, concerned

hairs and placed both strands in his

felt the hairs, and realization

hair from Flynn’s pajama

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

to GTO headquarters, stretching her neck before firing up the

Flynn captured, it was time to leave Rivenwood

Percival, we’ll meet

been there, they would have recognized her as Imogen, supposedly

Meanwhile.

body was nowhere to

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

trace of Imogen in secret. Report back

“But Vivienne, isn’t

her stern face, and accepted the

Vivienne’s brows knitted together.

within GTO and her connection to F-Poison

had hidden her identity

finally uncovered the secret of

that exploded were real, but

Ellington Mansion’s gate. The shattered necklace was

pre-arranged hologram, coupled with smoke

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