Midnight.

Above the YQ Research Center, in the manor house nestled under the shadow of night.

In the pitch-dark living room, sobs echoed intermittently.

The ghostly moonlight slipped through the windows, faintly revealing the silhouette of a person writhing on the floor.

"Click!"

Lights flooded the villa, illuminating the figures of Vivienne and Percival as they emerged from the darkness.

Their cold gazes fell upon Ramona, who was bound hand and foot in the center of the room. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

By day, she was a damsel in distress, but now her eyes, having adjusted to the light, glared furiously at the two of them.

Percival gestured slightly, and Thomas stepped forward to rip the duct tape from Ramona's mouth.

Instantly, Ramona twisted in agony, collapsing to the floor, groaning uncontrollably.

Anna sauntered over, crouched beside her, and propped her up, gripping her cheek firmly, "Ms. Grimshaw, I'd advise you not to fight this. Answer our questions, and maybe we can all play nice. Otherwise, well let's just say we won't be so merciful."

Anna's hand, holding a switchblade, brushed lightly over Ramona's wrist.

Her icy eyes paused momentarily, giving a subtle shake of her head to Vivienne.

Vivienne's fingertip twitched, and Anna stood up, retreating to her position behind Vivienne, her sharp gaze never leaving Ramona.

frowned slightly, masking

Ramona's meridians...

earth do you

keep up her act. Struggling fiercely, her eyes burning with rage, she shot at Vivienne, "Let me go this instant! Or you'll regret it!" After ranting at Vivienne, she turned to Percival with tearful eyes, "Mr. Ellington, are you really going to

do them good to take lessons from her. Their performances wouldn't have been so

"Mr. Wolf,

Percival's eyes, "Even if you wanted

down the palace? Mr. Wolf, I seriously doubt

my witness, you are flawless in my eyes,

heard countless confessions from Percival over time, Vivienne still felt her heart race every time he looked at her with those deep, affectionate eyes and spoke those cheesy lines.

had the scene flipped

as inconspicuous as possible,

to their bosses' relentless public displays of

Vivienne, are you even listening to me? Let me go!" Ramona couldn't stand the bizarre

voice popped the bubble of

we really don't want to make this difficult for you. We just want to know who's pulling your strings." Ramona's panic was fleeting, "What do you mean 'pulling my strings'? Vivienne, I'm telling you, everything you posted online is fake. I could sue you for slander. Why is your mind filled with such filth..." Vivienne leaned in, pinching Ramona's chin, "I don't have

meridians, to make yourself look like an ordinary person? Your skills should be quite impressive; you shouldn't have been caught by my people so

dilated, "You, what nonsense are you spouting?! What skills? I don't

in disapproval, "Seems like you're not going to give up till the

Anna replied in a

"What are you trying to

toward the projection screen, where Anna tapped a few keys on her laptop, connecting the projector

screen, there was a

light, a disheveled woman named Gillian sat askew in

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