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Tom raised his hand, signaling the squad to advance.
The crew approached the villa at a measured pace.
Vivienne and Percival lagged behind, letting the first wave take point before ambushing, quickly followed by the second. It wasn’t
long before the villa was surrounded.
Inside the villa.
Samantha’s eyes snapped open, her hand instinctively touching her face. Sensing something amiss, she bolted up and strode to
the mirror. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together at her reflection.
Her face was etched with wrinkles. Her skin was aging rapidly.
“Damn it!” she cursed, slamming her palm down on the wooden desk, which splintered under the force. “Another failure.”
She had slept all day, yet the lines on her face hadn’t softened. ST-1 couldn’t stave off her aging.
At this rate, she would die before getting what she wanted.
Samantha composed herself, then dialed a number on her phone.
“Didn’t | say no calls unless it’s urgent?” a gruff voice snapped from the other end, clearly irked.
Ignoring his tone, Samantha went straight to the point. “Time to develop a new drug. ST-1 isn’t cutting it. | think we can start by…”
She stopped mid-sentence, bolting to the window. Seeing the siege outside, her expression darkened.
“What’s going on?” the man demanded.
“I’ve been made.”
“Idiot!” he barked.
Samantha frowned, a cold edge to her voice. “Save your insults. Better hurry if you want to save me.”
“You’re useless,” the man scolded, but Samantha cut him off with a scoff.
“| have a new research direction. If you don’t save me, you can kiss your desires goodbye.”
She knew she couldn’t escape this time. She had evaded capture before, using her tech savvy, but if Vivienne was so prepared
that she could not even notice the siege beforehand, her options were limited. She had to rely on that man to get out of here
alive, or today would be her last.
The man on the other side of the call remained silent as if he were contemplating whether it was worth it to save her.
“Wait there!” After quite some time, the man finally said and hung up.
Samantha exhaled with relief silently, turning back to the scene outside.
Vivienne and Percival were at the villa’s front, and someone was unloading a cart full of explosives.
They mean to blow up the place, she realized, her eyes narrowing.
She had clearly underestimated Vivienne.
Samantha had chosen this location for its strategic advantage, using high-tech to cloak the area behind an illusionary barrier. But
somehow, Vivienne had found her.
Her eyes narrowed as she grabbed an object from the drawer, her last resort.
As she contemplated her next move, the door burst open.
Vivienne and Percival stood there, their expressions cool.
Samantha chuckled. “Didn’t expect you to be first. Thought your mother would beat you to it.”
Vivienne, hands in her pockets, looked down at Samantha, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. Probably because of her
running earlier, a few strands of stray hair dangled before her eyes, adding a unique allure to her.
“Mom’s not needed to handle you.”
“So, you think you can take me?” Samantha taunted with a smile.
“Why not try?” Vivienne’s smile was bright yet unreadable.
Samantha, rattled by Vivienne’s confidence and beauty, recovered quickly. “Let’s talk. Might be our last chance, nephew and…
niece-in-law.”
She needed to stall for time so that man could rescue her. She was fairly certain that she would not be able to escape using only
the thing in her hand.
Vivienne and Percival chuckled.
Vivienne pulled up a chair, sitting down with an air of authority. “Feeling chatty today, Auntie. Does my uncle know about your
affairs?”
Samantha stiffened. “You know about that?”
“| know a lot. Like the fact that the man you have locked up as Flynn Ellington isn’t the real one. He is Francis . The real Flynn
died in that shootout years ago,” Vivienne said, her gaze piercing.
“Francis, codename F-Poison. Founder of RST, CK, and GTO. And you, Imogen, your real name is Samantha! You and F-Poison
grew up together. You must be 90 years old now, right?”
Samantha’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she took a step back subconsciously. “How did you find out?”
“Patience. I’ll explain,” Vivienne said, toying with the ring on her finger, the symbol of the Order of Nine Mystics Society.
“You’ve been involved in dark industries, even kidnapping infants and scientific prodigies, especially in medicine. You’ve been
using these geniuses for your twisted experiments.
ST, ST-1, virus research, and the
potion my mother destroyed at the
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delved into the secret arts of ancient
warrior lineages, mastering the art of
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Vivienne paused, her gaze locking onto Samantha before she allowed a sly smile to curve her lips. “Am | right?”
Samantha swallowed hard, words failing her. At that moment, she was convinced Vivienne was the devil incarnate. A devil far
more terrifying than she could ever be!
Vivienne was pleased with
Samantha’s reaction and continued,
“You’ve poured fortunes into this
claimed countless lives nlyto find
thanyaurirédurts never quite satisfied
your ambitions. Take your ST-1—it’s
impressive stuff, rapidly regenerating
human organs, but that’s where it
ends. It falls short of granting eternal
life—it can’t even guarantee a lifespan
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So, you resorted to sacrifice
F-Poison. Since F-Poison wore
Flynn’s face, you were certain that no
matter what atrocity F| com
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hirh. That way, your mole in the
Vanguard Agency could keep feeding
F-Poison your latest findings. And
should you ever strike gold with your
experiments, F-Poison would break
out of prison with ease. Unfortunately
for him, he’s never getting out now.”
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