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Vivienne scoffed with a smirk. “Pray tell, Vance, what national treasure has been harmed by the rogue android? Who’s been
injured? Or was there a threat to someone’s life?”
Vance cleared his throat. “No national assets were damaged, no one was injured, and there wasn’t any life-threatening situation,
but…”
“The only one hurt here is my Mr. Wolf, who’s still got a bloody nose! All because he jumped in to save that runaway motorcycle.
Instead of a pat on the back, you’re thinking of punishment?”
Listening to Vivienne’s clever, if slightly twisted, logic, Vance sighed heavily. “It was his duty, a remedy for the mess your
company made!”
Vivienne nodded in agreement. “We’ve made amends, and quite successfully at that. Repaired roads, hospitals, schools, and the
like, all out of our own pocket. We’ve more than made up for it, wouldn’t you say, Vance?”
Vivienne’s retort left Vance speechless. She sort of had a point.
Vance took a sip of water. “Alright, you can go.”
Vivienne snatched a few more candy bars from the dish. “Catch you later, Mr. Vance Edwards!”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle “Hold on, when’s your mom waking up?”
“Not sure yet. When she does, I’ll be sure to tell her you were asking about her,” Vivienne said, waving her hand as she walked
out of the directors office.
Vance shook his head in resignation as Webster’s call came through again.
“Director, the guy got hurt and even shelled out the cash; what more do you want? Percival’s nose is still bleeding! His face is
insured for more than movie star Stephen Harris. If we get nitpicky, we can’t afford the payout!”
“Fine, you guys do what you want with that mess!”
Vivienne walked out of Vanguard Agency to find William, Zachary, and Ronald still in the midst of routine inquiries. It seemed it
would take a while.
Vivienne had some disciples from the Nine Mystics Society stand guard at the door, ready to escort people out when they were
done.
Afterward, she drove to the hospital.
Inside, Percival was getting patched up.
Leopold leaned in, “So your nose really got busted saving that motorbike?”
Percival shot him a sideways glance. “You got a problem with that?”
Leopold quickly waved his hands. “No, no, just… Haha.”
Good lord, this was Percival, the same guy who had once spent days in a mine without a scratch, and now a motorcycle had
taken him down?
Percival ignored him, looking at the bandage on his nose in the mirror, heaving a sigh.
How come Vivienne’’s skull had to be so hard?
Just then, Vivienne burst in, arms laden with a feast fit for kings. “Mr. Wolf, dinner is served.”
At the sound of Vivienne’’s voice, Percival instantly ripped off the bandage from his nose.
Bleeding or not, looking good for his lady was paramount!
Leopold was cracking up on the side. Since when did Percival become so vain?
He absolutely had to spread this tale throughout the Vanguard Agency—Percival might have left, but his legend would live on!
But… Leopold felt he seemed to have forgotten something important.
Suddenly, he stood up, shouting, “You two sneaks! Getting married without a peep, disappearing without a trace. Do you have
any idea how many people are going crazy?”
He had been trying to reach Percival and Vivienne since morning to no avail. Then the android incident happened, and it slipped
his mind.
Those heartless two — they had gone off to enjoy their bliss, oblivious to the frenzy they had left behind in the Perez, Ellington,
and Brooks families, not to mention the disciples of the Emerald Monastery.
Not just Percival’s phone was blowing up — so was his. Everyone thought he knew where Percival and Vivienne were. But
damn… he had not the faintest idea!
The calmest person was Thomas, who took the news of the nuptials as expected and even had the audacity to say something
infuriating. “If it were me, I’d have whisked my love away to get hitched ages ago. Percival’s too slow.”
After Thomas said that, he got a good thrashing from his Vanguard Agency teammates!
Meanwhile, Percival and Vivienne acted as if it was just another day.
Percival glanced at Leopold. “You went crazy, too?”
Leopold retorted, “Do you hear yourself?”
“Am | deaf?”
Leopold was speechless.
Great.
He couldn’t deal with someone who could insult even himself.
Vivienne sat across from Percival, frowning as she saw him remove the bandage. Then, she pulled out another one from her
pocket and stuck it on his nose — this one adorned with a cartoon character.
“Your nose hasn’t healed yet. Who said you could take off the bandage?”
Percival didn’t protest, nor did he see the cartoon on the bandage, as he took the feast from Vivienne’s hands. Unbeknownst to
him, the image of his nose bandaged with a cartoon character’s behind was already circulating on Facebook, thanks to Leopold.
“How are things at the Vanguard Agency?”
Vivienne munched on a candy bar, lounging on the sofa, “Found out what that sneaky mole looks like.”
Percival offered a wry smile. “They could never escape their fate.”
Vivienne shrugged, a dark glint crossing her elegant face. “My bad, got careless.”
Percival ruffled her hair gently. “No worries, let him gloat for a while.”
Vivienne nodded with determination. “Yeah, | want to see what other aces he’s got up his sleeve.”
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But the ringtone droned on endlessly with no answer.
“That son of a gun, dodging my calls!” Leopold cursed under his breath. “When | get my hands on him, | swear I’ll tan his hide!”
Vivienne arched an eyebrow, a smirk dancing on her lips. “You talk tough like that to his face, and I’ll give you a medal.”
Leopold clammed up at that, redialing without success. “Vivienne, he’s ghosting me. Maybe he’ll pick up if you call?”
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Leopold, on edge, pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the twinge in his bad knee. “What’s going on? He’s not even picking up for
you!”
In their circle, skipping out on a call from Finnian might fly now and then, but ignoring Vivienne? That was a cardinal sin.
Their phones were tweaked by Vivienne herself, designed to catch a signal in the back of beyond, ensuring they could always be
reached.
There was only one reason they would be hitting a wall with call after call like this.
Something had happened to Larry.
