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Chapter_623
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.noveldrama
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.
Scott watched her retreating figure, a mirror image of the day she fled the Brooks family — resolute
and detached.
“Karen.”
Her name, softly spoken, halted her.
Karen half-turned to face Scott, who stepped forward, his hands gripping the electrified barrier, his gaze
filled with longing, regret, and an unspoken plea.
“If there’s a next time, could we just sit and reminisce?”
Karen’s lips twitched, her eyes locked onto Scott’s — cold as moonlight.
“No. Between us, there’s nothing worth reminiscing about.”
With that, she left, her departure as effortless as the closing of a door.
Karen had always admired Scott’s cunning and resilience, qualities that would make them kindred
spirits if they were not adversaries. But as enemies, Karen would prioritize killing him every time.
Vivienne watched Karen emerge, clicking her tongue. “He’s your old flame, and you’re giving him the
cold shoulder?”
Karen blinked. “I suddenly remember arranging an arranged marriage for you with Dawson.”
“Well, your daughter might just elope with Mr. Wolf then,” Vivienne retorted without missing a beat.
Percival entered just in time to overhear Vivienne’s mention of eloping with Mr. Wolf and could not help
but brighten at the thought.
In that fleeting moment, he imagined countless romantic getaways.
Karen laughed, playfully accusing, “She claims you haven’t made an honest woman of her, so she’s
resorting to elopement!”
Percival snapped back to reality. “Master, you’re too old to be making such jokes.”
“Who’s old?” Karen and Vivienne chorused, then, arm in arm, they strolled away, leaving Percival
speechless.
But who could blame him for being smitten with his wife?
After leaving the secret prison, Percival passed the information about everyone in the photo to
Vivienne.
“Excluding 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 the eldest, now battling cancer in the ICU.”
Among the twelve, excluding Scott, Karen, the infant, Noah’s wife, and the ICU patient, seven
remained.
Vivienne took a deep breath. “Looks like we’ve got seven house calls to make.”
Percival smiled, ruffling her hair. “Don’t worry, I’m with you.”
“Yeah, Mr. Wolf is the best.” Vivienne leaned in for a kiss.
Thomas, driving the car, glanced at Karen. She was watching the lovebirds with a content smile, not a
hint of the typical mother-in-law’s consciousness.
Thomas sighed; he knew exactly where Vivienne got her fiery spirit.
After all, Percival was another of Karen’s protégés.
Family, through and through!
Vivienne and Percival had been busy bees, buzzing through six households in just one week.
Thankfully, Vance, always the dramatist, had summoned all these folks to Rivenwood under the guise
of a grand reunion.
These good people, eager to repay a debt of gratitude for a life saved years ago, had all come to
participate in what was billed as a nostalgic gathering.
The first six families checked out, every last soul accounted for, male and female alike. The DNA tests
lined up perfectly with the old GTO records.
Now, only one remained.
Their child, a high schooler at the time of his abduction, would be no spring chicken by now.
And a boy, no less. Drąмanоvels.com
This situation had a striking resemblance to F-Poison.
But when Percival knocked on that final door, it swung open to reveal a couple with more yesterdays
than tomorrows between them.
Vivienne glanced from the photo in her hand to the man before her.
Definitely not the same person.
“Your son?”
