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 a dignified farewell. The Ellington family

drawing Vivienne close, comforting her

cleared the Ellington Mansion and

herself, Vivienne entered

and Flynn stood on the nightstand, everything untouched. The bed

entangled in a button of

holding it between her fingers. Suddenly,

the strand,

Percival approached,

own hairs and placed both strands in his hand. “Feel these. Notice

furrowed as he felt the hairs, and realization dawned on

Flynn’s

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

returned to GTO headquarters, stretching her

Flynn captured, it was time to leave Rivenwood

we’ll meet

would have recognized her as Imogen, supposedly

Meanwhile.

body was nowhere

allegedly deceased Imogen. But she could not risk exposure

any trace of Imogen in secret. Report back the moment you find

hesitated. “But Vivienne, isn’t Imogen

her stern face, and accepted

Vivienne’s brows knitted together.

GTO and her connection

had hidden

the secret of

exploded were real, but the

Ellington Mansion’s gate. The

had fled the Ellington Mansion before the explosion. The scene was a pre-arranged hologram, coupled with smoke

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