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Percival and Vivienne communicated through their eyes, unaware of the world around them. It was as if singletons Thomas and
Leopold didn’t exist.
Listening to Mara’s tearful saga, Cecilia’s face was a portrait of utter confusion. “What do you mean Vivienne killed Huxley?”
She pushed Mara away. “Are you out of your mind? If Vivienne really wanted Huxley dead, why would she bring him back in
broad daylight for all to see? She could’ve just left him to rot in M State, couldn’t she?”
Mara was choked up, disbelieving. “But | saw Huxley there…”
Cecilia rolled her eyes. “Are you sure it was Huxley? | saw the guy sprinting out of here not half an hour ago. You’re not
suggesting that in the past thirty minutes, Vivienne murdered him and then paraded his body just to show off? What do you think
she is, brainless like you?”
After a verbal barrage that left Mara speechless, it became clear that Cecilia, who was typically distant and cold to her, had
surprisingly come to the defense.
Onlookers Vivienne and Percival, accustomed to Cecilia’s clean but sharp tongue, were the first to react. “Thomas, Leopold, lock
down the city and find Huxley!”
Vivienne, not one to sit idle, texted Draven; [Draven, take a team and scour the city for Huxley. If you find him, bring him to
Ellington Manor.]
It seemed that the heavens were conspiring to keep Vivienne busy. Just when she thought she could enjoy a couple of days of
freedom, trouble was brewing anew.
Clueless about their plan but sensing urgency in Vivienne’s demeanor, Cecilia asked, “What’s up? Has Huxley done something
stupid again?”
Thomas couldn’t help but comment, “That ‘again’ is spot on.”
Vivienne patted Cecilia on the shoulder. “Someone sent a synthetic replica of Huxley to the hospital, aiming to harm my mother.
Today, we’re going to flush out the mastermind behind this.”
Percival chimed in, “Mom, has Huxley been acting strange lately?”
“What are you implying?!”
Mara, who had been eavesdropping from the staircase, inwardly cursed Huxley’s failure to eliminate Karen, depriving Vivienne of
experiencing the same grief.
As they voiced their suspicions about Huxley, Mara stood up defiantly. “You suspect Huxley of wanting to harm your mother?”
She grasped Vivienne’s hand. “Vivienne, could you be mistaken? Huxley’s as timid as a mouse; how could he possibly harm
your mother? Plus, with the medicine you gave me still in my system, he wouldn’t dare, not even for my sake.”
Percival raised an eyebrow, deftly pulling Vivienne’s hand away from Mara’s grip. “We can’t be sure about that.”
“What?” Mara was bewildered.
Vivienne leaned into Percival’s embrace. “Ms. Boyd, don’t overestimate your importance. Your life might not mean much to him.
Otherwise, how would you explain the synthetic replica?”
Mara’s expression shifted slightly. “This has to be a setup! Vivienne, you’re too smart not to see through such a ruse.”
She couldn’t let them conclude that Huxley was the murderer. If they did, her days within the Ellington family would be numbered.
“Really?” Vivienne asked provocatively. “Ms. Boyd, so sure of yourself, do you have evidence?”
Percival’s gaze was icy. “Vivienne doesn’t need your input in her affairs.”noveldrama
In a shadowy, unnamed corner of the city, Huxley was frantically yelling into the phone. “They’ve captured the synthetic! What’s
the deal with your operation? Why did Willa come back early?”
Whatever the person on the other end said, it was met with a cold laugh from Huxley. “Easy for you to say! Vivienne’s no fool;
she won’t be deceived by me.”
The woman’s voice, seductive and chilling, reassured him, “Don’t worry, | have faith in you. If not in yourself, at least believe in
what’s inside you, right?”
The call ended abruptly, and Huxley, snapping out of his frenzied state, felt a surge of anger.
Damn it all!
In the end, they refused to help him!
So much for the Grimshaw family; they couldn’t even handle Vivienne’s aunt, Willa. Some power players they were!
If only he hadn’t trusted that woman and her empty promises!
What now?
That was Vivienne’s mother, and that woman had more tricks up her sleeve than a Vegas magician. What would she do to him?
At that moment, Huxley was acutely aware that he had sent a synthetic replica in his stead. Remembering the footage he saw on
the security feed, he felt a chill run down his spine. If one of those throwing knives had found him, he wouldn’t have had a
chance to plead his innocence.
Plead?
Aglint of cunning flashed in Huxley’s eyes as panic gave way to a sinister calm.
He took a deep breath, fists clenching, and then relaxed. “It’s just Vivienne, isn’t it? Well, you just wait. The Boyd family will have
its revenge.”
On the set, Kala’s sunny disposition darkened as she read through the online comments.
“Have you spoken to your boss about this?” she asked her agent, knowing Vivienne was tied up with other matters and had
assigned someone else to handle her affairs.
The man’s influence in the entertainment industry was significant, and even though this involved Vivienne, he trod lightly, “We’ve
been unable to reach the boss; she’s preoccupied.”
As they spoke, a call from Darren came through.
Kala didn’t hesitate to answer. “Did you find Ramona’s location?”
Darren’s voice was laced with exhaustion as if he’d been through the wringer, yet there was a hint of excitement. “Got it. I’ll send
you the address. Let’s go together!”
“Vivienne’s probably tied up right now. She’s done so much for us; it’s time we did something for her.”
“And what exactly do you plan to do for her?”
As Kala’s words hung in the air, Ramona’s voice followed closely behind.
The RV fell into an abrupt silence as Kala hung up the phone, her brows knitting together in frustration. “Ramona Grimshaw, I’ve
been looking for you. Imagine my surprise when you waltz right in!”
She swiped away from the call
screen and scrolled down her Twitter
feed. “This trending topic, dicLy,
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pePto er dancing in front of a
widow’s house, calling attention to
yourself! Do you really think, with
these petty tricks, you can steal
Percival away from Vivienne? Dream
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Ramona’s face shifted with emotion.
“Whether I’m dreaming or not is none
of your concern, Ms. Brooks.
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e Brooks family has been dragged
through the mud by that wench,
Vivienne, and yet here you are, acting
all buddy-buddy. That’s right. After all,
Vivienne is your boss. Without her,
you’d probably be on the chopping
block by now.” Please read the
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She tilted her chin up, her expression
dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s face it,
you’re nothing but a ees Whoever
f ds yoy youlbBr fo hem. Why
dont you come with me instead? |
guarantee not only will | make you a
star, but I’ll also help the Brooks
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Kala’s face turned as cold as ice. “The sun hasn’t even set, and here’s Ms. Grimshaw, daydreaming away. I’ve never seen
someone so proud to be a prostitute like you. But, I’m sorry to burst your bubble; | don’t share your fetish.”
She cocked her head to one side, tapping on the table. “You better take care of yourself, Ms. Grimshaw. And keep your distance
from Percival. Not everyone has a taste for your kind of woman!”
