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?”

no plea would bring her back. He reluctantly pulled out

“What’s going on?”

charismatic, yet

subordinate was used to this and did not miss a beat. “Bro, Willa

it up? She’s not

I’m stranded,” he complained. “I

Dammit, don’t you

went dead, leaving the subordinate feeling like the sky was

righteous indignation fueling his wait at

I grew up with Willa. That motorcycle was my present to her for Children’s Day, and I haven’t

he cursed, VIPs began to emerge from the airport terminal. He floored the gas pedal and pulled up at the pickup area, leaping out without even

distance, he saw Vivienne and Percival walking arm

the spitting image—it was no wonder the old man had

waving as he approached.

Vivienne paused, puzzled.

eccentric

No one else seemed to be the

Vivienne asked,

brow furrowed. “Seems like it’s

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

the Perez family’s third son, Yuri’s elder brother Maddox. And to think she expected the Perez men to be as composed as Yuri; instead, here was Maddox, channeling the spirit of

show you a good time,” Maddox declared, any previous gloom

“Mr. Perez, why should I

relation to the

tongue. “Didn’t you accept our old man as your grandfather? You

was momentarily taken aback before nodding. “Uncle’s got

Maddox to his car, with Thomas initially poised to drive. However, Maddox refused on the foundation that this car was a gift from his love, and

inside the car, Vivienne took

cars, they rarely drove

uncomfortable, Maddox closed the roof and gave Thomas a few

You’ll need to get your fingerprints and retina scans done when you have a moment—I’ve already squared

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