At this very moment, even a brief second of tranquility was more than Ramona could bear.

She had been rattled to her core by the surveillance footage, tears streaming down her face as she screamed, "This is it! I've said all I can say! Please, please let me go! I haven't even started anything! It wasn't me who messed with your mom; it was all the Grimshaws. I was cornered. I was truly forced!"

Vivienne settled back on the couch, her gaze drifting lightly over Ramona. It was unclear whether she believed her or not. She crossed her legs and said nothing.

Percival had been silent since the beginning, his eyes only on Vivienne, not deviating in the slightest, playing the role of the devoted husband to perfection. Ramona's eyes flickered swiftly.

It seemed like a flash of resentment passed through them.

But it was so quick no one saw.

"Ma'am." Anna stood by her, Ramona's tireless voice echoing in her ears.

She turned a deaf ear, simply waiting for Vivienne's command.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Vivienne finally spoke indifferently, "Let her go."

The evening wind sliced across Ramona's face like a blade.

She sped along the freeway, scenes from the night's confrontation with Vivienne racing through her mind.

Her heart burned with fury!

If it weren't for the mission, if her meridians hadn't been altered, preventing her from using force!

She would've twisted Vivienne's head off herself!

Ramona's eyes were dark with malice, focused on the road ahead, completely oblivious to the black car tailing her closely.

In an unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly into the darkness.

booth, they headed

ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the target is moving towards Capital Edge Estates,

on her tail; we need to

terse messages sent, Vivienne turned off

The next day.

Percival was

her phone, and a message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost

"What happened?"

Vivienne got out

in contact with Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts. We've heard from the people watching Ramona's place that she's back from the suburbs, but there's still no

"Alert everyone, find Donald-dead

the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including

afford to

Vivienne grabbed her gear and headed

the apartment, her phone

came was chilling enough, [Next time, I won't

words was a picture of Donald tied to a post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass

with fury as she replied, [Who dares to

The Ellington family.

his freedom after that interrogation. But he hadn't kept his head down for long. Messages from the other

as Huxley was sneaking out like

breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me half to death. What are you doing

be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't you say you were going to take over

I'm waiting for the right moment. When it comes, you'll have your chance

care what you're planning, just remember this-I'm still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down with you, or

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a moment of flickering eyes, Huxley gathered his courage to face Mara, "What are you thinking? How could I possibly harm you? I'm just not content

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