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Indeed, no sooner had Percival finished speaking than he received a confidential message from the
higher-ups.
He was ordered to return to Rivenwood immediately to take control of the situation at Rivenwood
headquarters.
Stretching languidly, Vivienne remarked, “Looks like it’s time to wrap this up.”
That evening, Mara sat anxiously in the living room of the Ashford Mansion.
“Gillian, I’m still worried. What did Percival mean? I didn’t say anything, and he said he’d bring what
you want. This…”
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Gillian handed Mara a cup of steaming cola. “Oh, don’t fret, sweetheart. If your brother said so, we just
wait. Dad mentioned that as long as the contract and the Boyd family signet ring are brought over, you
can inherit the Boyd family. Trust me.”
To Gillian, neither the contract nor the Boyd family signet ring mattered much; she could not understand
why Patrick was so hung up on them.
Earlier tonight, she had merely phoned Patrick to inform him that Mara had brought the items without
getting into details.
Before long, Percival arrived at the Ashford Mansion with Vivienne, knocking on the door.
Gillian quickly primped her hair and went to answer the door, brimming with excitement. To her
absolute surprise, the door opened to a squad of armed individuals who stormed in and surrounded the
Ashford Mansion.
Staring at Percival in disbelief, Gillian asked, “Mr. Ellington, what is this?”
“Patrick is suspected of drug trafficking. We’re here to search the premises.” Percival produced a
search warrant, flicking it so that agents from Vanguard Agency began scouring the Ashford Mansion.
“You must be mistaken; my father has been framed…” Gillian stepped back, only to see someone
retrieve a plaster doll from her room.
It was a gift from Patrick for her eighteenth birthday.
With a crack, the doll shattered, spilling its contents on the floor: a bag of Keco!
Vivienne approached, opened the bag, and took a sniff. “This is the original Keco we’ve been searching
for, identical to the batch seized at the docks.”
As the sound of car doors closing came from outside, a scream followed.
“Captain Wolf, target identified as Patrick in person, suspect is secured, we can wrap this up!”
As Patrick was led inside, his face contorted in horror at the sight of the plaster doll fragments on the
floor.
“Miss, I swear, this isn’t my doing. I don’t know why this would be in my house, I…”
“Mr. Ashford, or rather, should I call you Mr. Keco?” Vivienne dangled the bag of Keco, shaking it with a
smirk. “How did my mom ever overlook your talent? You even ventured into drug production.”
Seeing Vivienne’s reaction, a flicker of guilt crossed Patrick’s eyes.
Keco was Patrick’s code name within the GTO organization.
Patrick had fallen to his knees, realizing his end had come.
“How… How did you find out?”
Since Karen’s death, Patrick had been operating under GTO for the past decade, essentially acting as
their chief in Sea City.
Unlike Scott and Belle, who were relentlessly searching for Karen’s legacy potion, Patrick was
responsible for managing GTO’s assets.
He had been amassing wealth through drug production and trafficking, providing GTO with cutting-
edge bionic technology.
Over the years, he had become bolder in his illicit wealth acquisition.
Vivienne chuckled. “What’s done in the dark will come to light.”
Initially, Vivienne had not focused on Patrick, but his ambition to absorb the Boyd family’s mysterious
business network was too great to ignore.
The Boyd family’s contract was unknown to outsiders, yet Patrick schemed to overtake the Boyds and
unearth that contract, arousing Vivienne’s suspicion.
Following the dock incident, Percival and Vivienne continued their investigation. Tracing Keco led them
to the factory where it was produced – Patrick’s bionic research facility.
Outwardly, he claimed to be advancing bionic tech, but in truth, it was a front for drug production,
exploiting bionic channels for profit.
Anna and Leopold also arrived at this moment.
“Captain Wolf, we’ve secured the factory – found a five-ton stockpile. This guy’s bigger than some
international kingpins,” Leopold slapped Patrick on the head, “Damn, thought I’d have a big bust, but
the DEA got there first.”
Vivienne glanced up, knowing from Leopold’s words that the factory was just a drug production site, not
GTO’s virus research base.
It was another dead end, though not unexpected.
Percival’s true purpose in Sea City was known to the local division, and GTO’s virus research base
would not be easily uncovered.
“Take him away.” Percival gestured for the agents to escort Patrick out and seal off the Ashford
Mansion.
Gillian and Mara watched the entire ordeal, too stunned to grasp what had just unfolded.
How could her father be involved in drug trafficking? Who were Percival and Vivienne, and how could
they just abduct people?
What on earth was happening?
She did not understand how everything had changed overnight; all she knew was that she was done
for.
After Percival had shut down the Ashford Mansion, he and Vivienne left without a second glance at the
heiress of the household.
It did not matter to them, after all.
She dared not stay any longer.
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Gillian slowly turned her head to look at the evasive Mara and let out a mocking laugh. “Mara, are you
here to revel in my misfortune?”
Mara shook her head, “Of course not. It’s just getting late, and with the Ashford Mansion under
lockdown, if you need somewhere to go, I can offer you…”
Before Mara could finish her offer, Gillian picked up a shattered piece of a porcelain doll from the
ground and slid it across Mara’s face.
Gillian watched as blood began to stream down Mara’s cheek and burst into deranged laughter.
“You’re insane. Let go of me! Let go!”
