Chapter 142
On Victory Avenue.
In order to enjoy some alone time with Vivienne, Percival had persuaded Cecilia to help look after
Thaddeus, who had just been handed to them.
Cecilia had grown fond of Vivienne, and naturally, her affection had extended to Thaddeus too.
Ever since the high societydies had discovered that Master Q was to be her future daughter-inw,
they had been going out of their way to win her over, hoping she could persuade Vivienne to create
perfumes for them.
Even the wife of a notable figure in Rivenwood had actively reached out to her, and they had be
close friends. She really had been enjoying her newfound poprity.
Hence, she was more than happy to help look after Thaddeus so her son could speed things up with
Vivienne.
Thaddeus was a little shy, but since Isolde was also staying at Cecilia''s and Percival had deliberately
let Isolde taste Vivienne''s disastrous cooking, she packed his bags and fled without looking back.
On their way back to the apartment after dropping off Thaddeus, Percival was driving and answering a
call from Leopold via Bluetooth.
Leopold said, "It''s done. She''s been sent in."
Percival replied, "Keep an eye on her!"
Laughing, Leopold retorted. "Who do you think you''re underestimating? Do you think I''d be careless? If
anyone in there got out, the police would have a massive headache. This should be enough for her to
handle.
Mr. Ellington, you''re quite ruthless for sending that delicate girl to such a ce. Who knew you had it in
you?!"
Percival, nonchntly steering the wheel, responded, "I didn''t send her in. She went in herself."
"Right, right." Leopold replied, inwardly rolling his eyes. As if Percival hadn''t purposely driven Arabe
towards the N&S Psychiatric Hospital.
"By the way, I''ve noticed you''ve gotten sneakier since being with your fiancée. Did you learn it from
her?"
"I can hear you." Vivienne interjected, her expression unreadable.
Caught off guard, Leopold chuckled awkwardly. "You two really are inseparable, huh?"
"Where did you send her?" Vivienne asked Percival.
"N&S Psychiatric Hospital." Leopold answered with a smirk.
Vivienne looked slightly surprised. Although she had only recently returned to Havenwood, she had
heard of the infamous inmates at the N&S Psychiatric Hospital.
Apparently, a brutal serial killer had once tried to evade the police by hiding there, only to end up being
tortured by the inmates to the point where he called the police to rescue him, preferring the death
penalty over staying there.
Vivienne hadn''t expected Percival to send Arabe there. This was interesting.
"Vivienne, you''re smiling." Percival noticed, grinning as he drove. "I''m d I could make you happy.
Just don''t forget about our deal."
Suddenly, arge truck hauling a shipping container from the oppositene veered off course and
charged towards Percival''s car. Percival swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding a collision. The truck, too
heavy to control, crashed into the roadside trees.
"What happened?!" Leopold, still on the call, asked urgently.
"We''ve been attacked." Percival answered coldly while looking at the four ck cars blocking their
path.
"Dammit!" Leopold cursed. "I''m tracking your location now!"
As Leopold hung up, one of the ck cars gunned its engine and charged towards them. Percival
quickly reversed, narrowly avoiding the oing vehicle.
The other three cars followed suit, revving their engines in pursuit. Despite driving in reverse, Percival
maneuvered the car effortlessly, dodging their attempts to ram him.
After a moment of this cat-and-mouse chase, Percival found an opportunity to swerve around one of
the ck cars, switching direction and speeding forward.
Once going forward, the ck cars realized that Percival, driving in reverse, had been going slow.
Now, he increased his speed, darting through oing traffic with nimble dexterity, maintaining speed
as he continued forward.
Vivienne, holding onto the car''s roof handle, watched Percival. His drifting technique was reminiscent of
an underground racer she knew, Zephyr.
During an underground race in Seaside City years ago, Zephyr had nearly beaten her with his
impressive drifting technique.
Suddenly, someone from one of the pursuing cars drew a gun and fired at them.
The first shot shattered the rear-view mirror on the driver''s side.
A second shot pierced through the rear windshield, breaking a perfume ornament inside the car.
The unique scent of Timeless Man Cologne filled the vehicle.
Vivienne couldn''t suppress a smirk. She had noticed earlier that Percival had reced all his car and
home air fresheners with her custom-made scent, ''Timeless Man Cologne.''
What a hypocrite!
Didn''t he quite fancy it?
Among the strong scent of cologne, Percival was mentally cursing. After today, he would make sure to
make all his vehicles bulletproof.
Suddenly, another gunshot came from the left rear, piercing through the car window. Percival felt a
sharp pain in his left arm, but he still held the steering wheel steady.
He knew he had been shot in the arm, and he might not hold on for long. But when he nced at
Vivienne sitting next to him, he gritted his teeth and pressed harder on the gas pedal.
Blood was flowing from his wound, mixing with the smell of rust and cologne inside the car, providing
an unpleasant and nerve-wracking mixture.
Vivienne nced at his trembling left hand and could clearly feel the car slowing down.
In the distance, tworge semi-trucks appeared that were pulling containers behind them. They
seemed to be aiming to block their path with the vehicles.
Those four ck cars from behind them were still clinging to them. She saw the gunman reloading his
gun.
"Switch ces." She quickly unbuckled her seat belt, grabbed the steering wheel with her right hand,
and said to Percival, "I''ll take over."
Percival looked at her in surprise, but she had already unbuckled his seat belt and squeezed herself
between him and the steering wheel. Her feet reced his on the gas and brake pedals, and she sat
on him to drive the car.
Through the thinyer of clothing, Percival could distinctly feel Vivienne''s warm body temperature as
she sat directly on hisp.
He knew in this critical moment that he should not be distracted. But he was losing control.
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"You''re still in high spirits despite being shot!" Vivienne also noticed the sudden change in his body. Her
ears blushed red, and she reprimanded him grumpily.
Percival couldn’t find the right words to respond.