Chapter 379


    Out in the suburbs, nestled among the rolling green hills, stood a grand vi. Rowan and Ismene,


    disguised as the Dorian and Cordelia, hurried to the ce, urgency etched on their faces.


    Inside the living room, Mr. B lounged on a plush sofa, a ss of fine red wine in hand, his silver mask


    catching the light and shimmering mysteriously.


    Exchanging a quick, knowing nce, Rowan and Ismene approached. "Mr. B."


    Mr. B’s eyes lifted slightly, offering them a cursory nce. "It''s been a while. Still no sign of the potion?"


    "Ever since Vivienne''s probingst time, we''ve been cautious about making our next move. We''ve


    mentioned the potion to her, but she''s tight-lipped," Rowan said, trying to maintainposure. "Ismene


    and I have been busy setting up a fragrancepany. It''s starting to take shape. Yesterday, Vivienne


    handed over the perfume form."


    Following Vivienne''s instructions, they had been staying with the Brooks, but their presence was to be


    minimal.


    They were mostly outside, upied with thepany''s business.


    They had to proceed with thepany as nned to avoid arousing Mr. B''s suspicions, which


    naturally slowed progress.


    Lately, Vivienne had them stay at thepany they were supposedly setting up, and they had been


    nearly absent from the Brooks Mansion for about a month.


    Their asional visits were brief, with little conversation, and they left soon after meals.


    During this time, Mr. B had not reached out to them at all.


    They were anxious to resolve this matter and get the antidote for the poison coursing through their


    veins. The excruciating pain when the poison red was unbearable. They needed to conclude this


    business and secure the antidote soon.


    Therefore, Rowan had repeatedly asked Vivienne whether they should contact Mr. B to find his


    whereabouts.


    But Vivienne had told them it was unnecessary; she had her ns.


    So, they could only wait.


    Recently, Mr. B had suddenly sent a message summoning them, and after informing Vivienne, they


    were allowed toe.


    "Really?" Mr. B raised an eyebrow. "You''ve secured the perfume form?"


    "Yes." Rowan handed over the form Vivienne had given him. "Take a look. Does this contain the


    Mr. B took the form, nced at it, and suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly, shock


    written all over his face!


    Rowan inquired cautiously, noting his reaction, "Mr. B? Is there a problem with the form?"


    He was only responsible for the disguise and acquiring the potion.


    However, he was not clear on the actualponents of the potion.


    As for what Vivienne had given him, he was even more in the dark.


    Seeing Mr. B''s reaction, he was puzzled and feared that Vivienne might be setting him up to be


    eliminated by Mr. B.


    "No problem!" Mr. B stated firmly, "This is the potion!"


    "What?" Both Rowan and Ismene were stunned.


    This was the real potion?


    No way!


    Was Vivienne not supposed to capture Mr. B?


    Why would she give him the real potion?


    Rowan felt confused and overwhelmed.


    Quickly regaining hisposure, he covered his emotions and said, "It seems Vivienne’s mother


    actually included the potionponents in the perfume form. Had we known, we would have


    disguised ourselves ande earlier to acquire the potion smoothly."


    Mr. B''s gaze was inscrutable, and after a moment, he asked, "How are Dorian and Cordelia?"


    "They''re under Quincy''s watch, and everything appears normal," Rowan replied.


    "Once you deal with them, withdraw from the Brooks family," Mr. B ordered coldly.


    Rowan’s eyes flickered. "Understood."


    After a pause, he asked, "What about Quincy?"


    "I''ll assign her a new task," Mr. B replied.


    Rowan nodded, said no more, and left with Ismene.


    After their departure, Mr. B stared at the form in his hands, his gaze deep and contemtive.


    Half an hourter, Rowan and Ismene rushed back in just as Mr. B prepared to leave the vi.


    "Mr. B, bad news! Dorian and Cordelia have been rescued!" Rowan eximed with urgency.


    Mr. B’s expression darkened, "What happened?"


    "I''m not entirely sure. Quincy called, saying a group of well-trained intruders had stormed in. They


    didn''t utter a word before engaging in a fight. They were armed, and Quincy didn''t want to risk exposing


    our people infiltrated in Rivenwood, so no shots were fired. Dorian and his wife were taken away


    without incident."


    "Fools!" Mr. B roared in anger.


    Rowan was frantic, "What do we do now? If Dorian and Cordelia reappear, our cover will be blown."


    Mr. B’s face was grim as he thought momentarily and ordered, "Withdraw! Notify Quincy to evacuate


    our people from Rivenwood immediately!"


    "Understood."


    Rowan was about to leave when Ismene suddenly added, "If Vivienne''s people are the rescuers, it


    might be toote to withdraw now. Even this ce could bepromised soon."


    "Save whoever we can," Mr. B said sternly.


    Without further discussion, Rowan and Ismene left.


    ...


    Brooks Mansion.


    After police intervention, the crowd blocking the Brooks'' gates had dispersed, but the online bacsh


    against the family was still intense.


    Besides attending to Judith''s cremation, no one from the Brooks family had stepped outside.


    In the somber drawing room of the Brooks family estate, the air was heavy with tension.


    At the head of the room sat Baron, patriarch of the Brooks n, his presence as rigid andmanding


    as his posture.


    His sons, Scott and Timothy, sat on either side of him while the younger generation sat in less


    prominent seats.


    With a calm nce over his kin, Baron''s voice broke the silence. "Effective immediately, Scott will be


    relieved of his duties as head of the family business. I shall take the reins. Cheryl will handle the


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    household affairs. Timothy and Ronald, you two are responsible for keeping thepany staff in line.


    K, I''m afraid your career in show business is over. You might as welle back to the business and


    help your father and brother with thepany''s affairs."


    At this, K protested, "Grandpa! Acting is my passion, my love. I don''t want to give it up. Even if the


    glory days are behind me, I''d be happy to y just a minor role."


    Baron was silent for a moment before responding, "You are my eldest granddaughter, and I have


    always supported you in whatever you choose to do. However, the bacsh from this incident has


    been severe. We''re not even talking about your acting career; the settlement alone might be more than


    the Brooks family can handle right now."


    K pressed her lips together, choosing silence.


    Over the years, through her hard work, she had won prestigious awards and earned a considerable


    fortune.


    As a celebrated actress, endorsements and gigs hade to her in waves.


    Her schedule was booked solid through to the end of the following year.


    While abundant resources were a boon, a fall from grace meant a more significant loss.


    The money she had earned was nowhere near enough to cover the settlements.


    And with the familypany''s stock plummeting and numerous partners severing ties, the Brooks


    family was in a crisis of their own.


    She was at a loss for what to do next.


    Then, a cool, detached voice unexpectedly filled the room, "I''ve settled your breach of contract penalty.


    You can continue to pursue what you love."