Karen had been deep undercover in GTO, and although she had never penetrated its core, she had brushed shoulders with its darkest secrets.

Inside GTO, experiments of unspeakable cruelty were a daily occurrence. For someone like Scott, who had been sold to them as a child, the horrors he faced were beyond imagination.

The fact that Scott had survived and even managed to become a stand-in for Belle spoke volumes of his wit and luck — mostly luck, as without it, he would have been another casualty of those vile tests.

“You just said a woman told you your constitution was not suited for their drugs. Was she… F-Poison?” Karen inquired.

Scott chuckled. “Impossible. Even with my fragmented memories from that time, I knew F-Poison was a man, an old man, not unlike Baron Brooks back in the day. He vanished soon after, leaving no impression on me.”

“Did he disappear right after Noah rescued you all?”

Scott pondered for a moment, then said, “Seems like it. After we returned from Vanguard Agency with Noah, I was whisked away to a new base, and that’s the last I saw of him. Had you not mentioned it, I wouldn’t have even remembered.”

To Scott, the mere act of surviving was a triumph. The identity of his tormentors was the least of his concerns.

Karen knew that male F-Poison had gone into hiding as a victim during the rescue operation, leaving GTO to the new female F-Poison.

But considering the current F-Poison’s youthful appearance, even if she had aged gracefully, she should be in her fifties or sixties by now.

Could it be that F-Poison had passed down the mantle to a third generation?

Was the F-Poison Belle called “mother” the same person Scott had encountered?

“Do you remember what that woman looked like?” Karen pressed.

“No clue,” Scott admitted. “She always wore a mask. I don’t even know Belle’s true identity. The higher-ups in GTO kept a tight leash; I had no access.”

Karen understood all too well. Her own cover had been blown only because Noah discovered her infiltration, leading to a near-fatal confrontation with Scott.

“I see,” Karen said, rising to leave. With no reason to linger, she turned to go.

retreating figure, a mirror image of the day she fled the Brooks family — resolute and

“Karen.”

name, softly spoken,

who stepped forward, his hands gripping the electrified

next time, could we just

eyes locked

us, there’s nothing worth reminiscing

departure as effortless as the closing of a

always admired Scott’s cunning and resilience, qualities that would make them kindred spirits

emerge, clicking her tongue. “He’s your old flame, and you’re giving him

an arranged marriage for

just elope with Mr. Wolf

of eloping with Mr. Wolf and could not

that fleeting moment, he imagined

playfully accusing, “She claims you haven’t made an honest

reality. “Master, you’re too old to be making

then, arm in arm, they strolled away,

who could blame him for being smitten with his

Percival passed the

the infant from back then and Noah’s wife, the rest, including their families, have settled in hotels owned by the Ellington Group. There’s also

Scott, Karen, the infant, Noah’s wife, and the

breath. “Looks like we’ve got seven house calls

ruffling her hair. “Don’t worry,

Mr. Wolf is the best.” Vivienne leaned in

car, glanced at Karen. She was watching the lovebirds with a content smile, not a hint of the typical

knew exactly where Vivienne got her fiery

all, Percival was another of

Family, through and through!

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