Rivenwood.

The abandoned GTO research facility stood eerily silent.

A woman with a leather jacket and a high ponytail stood at the entrance, her gaze icy as she surveyed the desolation before her.

The layout, the machinery—it all felt vaguely familiar as if it had once danced through the edges of her memory.

But no distinct recollections surfaced. It was a lot to expect, given that the remnants of her infancy were entangled with this place.

Familiarity? That was asking too much.

“Willa, I swear, it was empty when we got here. You gotta believe me.”

The woman was none other than Willa, who had grown up under the watchful eye of Jasper within the Perez family.

The speaker was a scattered disciple of the Perez family, once a subordinate under Willa’s command in the organization.

Even though Willa had left the Perez family, they had never revoked her access. She could summon the family’s resources at a moment’s notice, anywhere in the world.

Willa’s expression remained unreadable as she fingered a bracelet on her wrist, engraved with the mysterious moniker “F-Poison.”

Her waterfall-like hair swayed in the breeze, occasionally whipping the face of her former subordinate, who stepped back quietly. Willa cherished her hair, and it would not do to lose its luster on someone else’s face.

After a final stroke of her hair, Willa turned and strode away, her subordinate hurrying after her. Before he could utter a word, a deafening explosion shattered the silence.

They turned to see the GTO facility now reduced to rubble.

Willa did not look back. Tossing the detonator over her shoulder, she hopped onto her motorcycle.

“F-Poison, where the hell are you? Alive or dead, I need to know. I have to get Sasha back!”

Her subordinate let out a heavy sigh. “Willa, how am I supposed to get back?”

plea would bring her back. He reluctantly pulled out his phone

“What’s going on?”

and charismatic, yet the tone carried

miss a beat. “Bro, Willa took off on her motorcycle and blew the

She’s not hurt,

complained. “I rode here on the back of her

Dammit, don’t you dare come back. I’m

the subordinate feeling

wait at the airport, sat in a flashy sports car, his aviators barely concealing his

I grew up with Willa. That motorcycle was my present to her for Children’s Day, and I haven’t even ridden it yet, but that bastard got to it

the airport terminal. He floored the gas pedal and

saw Vivienne and Percival walking

was no wonder the

waving as he approached. “Vivienne, I’m

Vivienne paused, puzzled.

eccentric calling

to be the target of

that?” Vivienne

furrowed. “Seems like it’s someone

and ruffled Vivienne’s hair. “Hey, kiddo, I’m

Yuri’s elder brother Maddox. And to think she expected the Perez men to be as composed as

good

“Mr. Perez, why

shown no blood relation to the

man as your grandfather? You gotta call me uncle. Mr. Perez sounds too cold, don’t you agree,

aback before nodding. “Uncle’s got a

the foundation that this car was a gift from his love,

Vivienne took a

several sports cars, they rarely drove

Vivienne was a little uncomfortable, Maddox closed the roof and gave

house keys, car fobs, the works. You’ll need to get your fingerprints and retina scans done when you have a moment—I’ve already

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