Vivienne’s eyes narrowed as she and Percival rushed to the attacked stronghold of the Miller family.

“Imogen’s got some nerve,” Percival said, his voice turning cold.

Launching a preemptive strike on the Miller family’s stronghold, she aimed to distract Vivienne, buying herself time to escape.

Vivienne gripped the steering wheel, her tires leaving deep marks on the asphalt as she drove.

Her face was as dark as a storm cloud, fury simmering within her.

With a screeching halt, the car arrived at the Miller family’s stronghold.

It was an old Victorian mansion that served as the Miller family’s headquarters within the Nine Mystics Society.

Mark had been one of the first Vivienne had brought into her fold, and this place was a home base for the Nine Mystic Society’s members in Rivenwood.

Draven would often stay here when he was on missions.

It had always been secure.

But now, it had been struck with devastating damage!

The bronze front door was blasted halfway to oblivion, and the building was belching thick, black smoke. Firefighters and police officers were swarming the scene.

Aaron was there, talking to them, trying to piece together how the blaze had started.

After an investigation, they concluded it was a gas leak that led to the explosion.

But everyone inside the Nine Mystics Society knew better. Someone had planted a bomb at their doorstep, leading to the destruction and sending several brothers to the hospital.

After the firefighters and police had left, Aaron approached Vivienne, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Vivienne,” he said, obviously fresh from receiving the news.

Vivienne nodded. “Just you here? Where’s your dad?”

He’s been taken to the hospital. Vivienne,

his father. The thought

a shadowy gleam. “Yeah, I got it. Anna will take care of things

did not respond; they just looked at

was not

the panicked call he received about the explosion at home, it had left him in utter

felt inadequate

on the shoulder. “The

aback, not quite understanding

Vivienne was not one for explanations. When the time came, Aaron would

Percival got back in the car and headed to

been treated at the hospital. Only a few who were near the blast were still

to the explosion

operating room,

the others upon arrival

Now, only Mark remained.

on her gloves, she looked

a reassuring half-smile and said, “Everything’s

a nod, Vivienne entered

were severe, they were not life-threatening, and with Vivienne’s skilled

the recovery room, Mark slowly opened his eyes. He wiggled his fingers and toes – everything seemed

cleared, he

“Young Ma…”

asked, holding a syringe, expertly tapping out the

head,” Mark replied,

the syringe, her tone cool, “With all those secrets,

licking his dry lips. “You’re right, Young Master. It wasn’t easy bringing Aaron back, especially with all the conflicts between us. I guess it’s been weighing on

trash and said, “If you really cared about him, you wouldn’t have done the things you

panic. Dark Brew was his code name within the GTO, a secret known only to F-Poison and Mr.

innocuous brother-in-law, was unaware

flee but feeling utterly

was no point in

I betrayed the organization. But Aaron is innocent. Please, let him go,

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