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?”

her back. He reluctantly pulled out his phone and

“What’s going on?”

and charismatic, yet the

did not miss a beat. “Bro, Willa took

She’s not hurt, is

complained. “I rode here on

you dare come back. I’m

the subordinate feeling

his wait at the airport, sat in a flashy sports

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

the airport terminal. He floored the gas pedal and pulled up at the pickup area, leaping out without

he saw Vivienne and Percival walking

the spitting image—it was no wonder

quickly, waving as he approached. “Vivienne, I’m

Vivienne paused, puzzled.

this eccentric calling out to

one else seemed to be the target of his calls—it appeared

that?” Vivienne

brow furrowed. “Seems like it’s

aviators and ruffled

son, Yuri’s elder brother Maddox. And to think she expected the Perez men

roll. Your uncle’s gonna show you a good time,” Maddox declared, any previous gloom now

why should I

to the Perez family, yet

you accept our old man as your grandfather? You gotta call me uncle. Mr. Perez sounds too cold,

aback before nodding. “Uncle’s got

the foundation that this car was a gift from his

Vivienne took

and Percival had several sports cars, they rarely

little uncomfortable, Maddox closed the roof

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

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