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Percival’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky.
The divine beauty of Vivienne’s face, akin to a masterpiece carved by the gods themselves, made even someone like her—who
prided herself on being no stranger to handsome men and beautiful women—pause in sheer admiration.
She belonged to him, and the fierce surge of possessiveness that rose from the depths of her heart quickly spread to her eyes.
Unabashed by her desire, Vivienne discarded her drenched dress. Her pale arms wrapped around Percival’s neck. “What’s so
funny?” she asked, her voice sultry.
Percival’s gaze flickered. “I’ve already shared my thoughts,” he said. “Now’s not the time, so we have to… postpone ‘it’ a bit
longer.”
Vivienne rolled her eyes internally. Who was really being put out here?
“You’re not worried about Kaitlyn?” Percival asked just before their lips met, voicing the final question of the night.
Before Vivienne could respond, the sound of labored breaths filled the steamy bathroom, spreading throughout.
As her mind hazed over, she thought she heard her phone ring. But then she was pulled into a sea of desire by Percival, all
thoughts forgotten.
At the Hawthorn residence, the clock struck midnight.
Dorian sat up in bed, sleep nowhere in sight. His gaze then shifted to the emails on his laptop, feeling as if a boulder weighed
heavy on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
[By tomorrow, | want to see that Hawthorn Group has terminated the endorsement deal with Kala.]
He had been on edge for days, and those few words made his heart tremble once again.
He opened and closed Vivienne’s contact on his phone, looking years older all of a sudden.
The once gentle and resilient eyes were now filled with weariness.
After a while, a long sigh echoed through the empty room.
What was he supposed to do now?
The next day.
Vivienne and Percival were determined not to follow the path laid out for them, which suddenly left them with plenty of time.
Seizing the opportunity, they decided to visit the Hawthorn residence with Leopold in tow.
“Seriously, Percival, with all the cars in your garage, do | really have to play chauffeur?” Leopold complained as he followed
Vivienne into the house. He’d been up late with Griffin the night before and had barely hit the pillow when Vivienne’s call came
through.
He didn’t dare ignore Vivienne’s orders. Before he knew it, he was waiting in his car beneath the couple’s apartment building.
Percival was unrepentant. “Got a problem with that?”
“Nope, no problem at all,” Leopold replied, shaking his head like a tambourine. “Besides, I’ve got nothing else going on except
for hanging out with Griffin lately.”
Percival stopped in his tracks and glanced back at him. “What? You’re on suspension?”
“No way!” Leopold nearly jumped. “The War God is on a mission to root out corruption in the Vanguard Agency. Right now,
anyone not assigned to an important person is basically on house arrest. Micah and Vance, too. The ones with assignments get
their orders directly from the War God.”
As he spoke, something else came to mind. “Oh, and Thomas tried calling you yesterday. Said he couldn’t reach you. He asked
me to tell you that they’ve found Huxley.”
Percival nodded in acknowledgment. “I’ve already arranged for him to be taken back to the Boyd family.”
“Back to the Boyd family?” Leopold didn’t understand. Wasn’t that the same as letting the tiger return to the mountain?
Percival hummed in response, apparently not inclined to explain, and followed Vivienne upstairs.
“Dorian? Cordelia?” Vivienne called out several times, both upstairs and downstairs, but received no response, which soured her
mood.
She had tried calling that morning with no answer and wouldn’t have come over if it weren’t for the lack of news from Hawthorn
Group.
If she didn’t find anyone soon, she was ready to call on the Order of Nine Mystics Society to search the city.
Soon, Vivienne reached the master bedroom on the second floor and pushed open the door.
Seeing the person inside, she paused, “Dorian, why didn’t you answer when | called?”
Dorian sat at his desk, impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, ready to walk out the door at a moment’s notice, yet he was just
sitting there, typing away at the computer.
“Hm?” Dorian looked up, seeming to just now hear Vivienne’s voice. “Vivienne, what brings you here?”
Vivienne’s clear eyes noticed the fine sweat on Dorian’s forehead.
She glanced at the air conditioner blowing above and spoke softly, “I called you yesterday, and you didn’t pick up, so | came to
check on you. Are you hot? It’s 79 degrees outside, and you have the air conditioning on?”
“|, uh, just worked out a bit. Got a little hot, so | turned it on to cool down,” Dorian said, loosening his tie.
Being naturally honest, he was terrible at lying.
Percival entered the room behind Vivienne and merely glanced around before turning to whisper something in Leopold’s ear,
causing a shift in his demeanor.
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Vivienne’s gaze remained fixed on Dorian. “You decide, I’m good with anything.”
After a pause, she glanced back into the room. “Where’s Cordelia? Did you send her on a business trip?”
“Oh, right!” Dorian hesitated for a second before answering, “There’s a lot to do with the company just starting, so | had her go
take care of some things.”
The father and daughter made their way downstairs, where Leopold re-entered from outside, giving Percival a confirming look.
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Under normal circumstances, Dorian, the doting father, would have frowned upon seeing such intimacy between the two.
But today, his mind seemed elsewhere, distracted.
Seeing Percival’s gesture, a wistful look that others found perplexing passed fleetingly across Dorian’s eyes.
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“Dorian, the surveillance equipment in the house has been temporarily disabled. Rest assured, no one will overhear what you’re
saying right now.”
Leopold thought Dorian was still in denial, perhaps worried about the security devices in the villa, and reassured him in a gentle
voice.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Leopold finished speaking, Dorian’s expression turned grave. “You’re saying the cameras in the house
are down?”
Startled by Dorian’s sudden ferocity, Leopold stepped back. “Yes, Dorian, you…”noveldrama
Before he could finish, Dorian bolted, shooting out of the room like an arrow. “Cordelia!”
