The following day, Vivienne was still curled up in Percival’s arms, sleeping like a log.

Trending topics about her were skyrocketing, with a mix of comments from fans and possibly paid trolls sprawling below the headlines.

[Hawthorn Family Heiress Rampage]

[Vivienne Bullying]

A uniform wave of negative press.

[Who is this Vivienne? Never heard of her. How dare she mess with our sweet Ramona?]

[Poor Ramona, what is her team doing? They set her up with this no-name brand, and she gets harassed at the party!]

[Hawthorn family perfume? Our Ramona was doing them a favor representing them, and this is how they repay her!]

Vivienne was jolted awake by the insistent ringing of her phone.

Willa’s voice came through, and Vivienne muffled by sleep, “What’s up, Aunt Willa?”

“Vivienne, come to the hospital. Someone broke in last night.”

Vivienne and Percival rushed to the hospital in record time. In the ward, Willa was already seated by Karen’s bedside waiting for them.

Vivienne, usually composed, looked unusually serious. Without waiting for Willa to speak, she asked, “What happened?”

Percival followed closely behind her. “What’s that in your hand?”

had remained calm, the first to notice the syringe Willa was holding. In the shaft of morning sunlight, the clear liquid in the

right away but glanced at Karen, who looked as peaceful as if she were merely asleep. “I can tell their target was specific. They weren’t trying to kill your

drugs?” Vivienne’s gaze finally fixed on the potion in the syringe, “But why

the syringe to Vivienne,

the night before, she asked, “Vivienne, how much

and

some knowledge of, she turned to Percival, “Mr. Wolf, what

only knew of

centuries-old legacies, many secrets

these individuals revealing

that Willa wouldn’t bring this up without reason. She inspected the syringe in her hand and then

F-Poison, but

on the lesser-known families. At the pinnacle of

Sheldons would

family’s martial skills

and Abernathy families, there remained the Grimshaw

cahoots with F-Poison,” Willa continued, pulling out a humanoid figure from under the

Vivienne and Percival, nearly jumped out of

thought to himself, ‘Scared the daylights out of me. Vivienne’s aunt is as fierce as she is—does she really think she can just whip

Thomas had to agree.

was tough

distance herself from the two men, scrutinizing

crouched down, “Is this Huxley

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