Chapter 588


    Percival presented his ID to the guard, who scanned it and did a visible double-take. A newfound


    respect tinged with puzzlement washed over his face as he looked up at Percival again.


    "Deputy Director, pleasee inside." The guard swung the wrought-iron gate open, watching as


    Percival strode through.


    Vivienne nced back, slightly taken aback that even the gatekeeper seemed deeply enmeshed with


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    And more so, he recognized Percival''s rank.


    Once inside the estate, it was a further ten-minute drive before Percival parked the car.


    Stepping out alongside Percival, Vivienne was met with two individuals approaching, each holding a


    sleek, ck satchel that housed thetest model of detection devices - the one Griffin had invented.


    These devices had not even hit the market yet, and here, the Linter security team each had one in


    hand.


    "Apologies, but we''ll need to collect all electronic devices, including cell phones and cameras."


    Percival nonchntly tossed his phone, wallet, and even his wristwatch into one of the satchels.


    Spreading his arms, he allowed the security personnel to sweep their detectors over him.


    Vivienne followed suit, her watch joining Percival''s belongings in the bag.


    After the check, Percival took Vivienne''s hand, and, led by one of the guards, they finally entered the


    main hall of the Linter estate.


    Navigating through the corridors, Vivienne glimpsed a grand staircase leading up to the Linters''


    living quarters.


    She sighed silently.


    The security measures were nearly as stringent as airport checks, minus the conveyor belt and x-ray


    machine.


    Percival squeezed her hand and whispered, audible only to the two of them, "Yorick''s got his rules, but


    he''s nice. No need to worry. Not the boogeyman type."


    Vivienne chuckled, "Good to hear he''s not the boogeyman, or we''d be surrounded by them."


    With a shared smile, they continued into the Linter residence.


    The person who came out to greet them was a surprise.


    "Vivienne, it''s you two."


    It was Diana.


    Vivienne eyed Diana with surprise, not expecting to find her here.


    Diana said to the man behind her, "Dracon, let me introduce you. This is my father''s goddaughter,


    Vivienne Hawthorn, and her fiancé, Percival Ellington. Vivienne, Dracon Linter and I were college


    buddies. We''re here visiting Yorick today. Your grandfather even specially mentioned I spend some


    extra time with Yorick."


    Diana''s words were loaded with implications.


    College buddies, especially mentioned.


    Could it be that Jasper intended for Diana to forge a bond with the Linter family?


    It was also apparent that Jasper and Yorick were old acquaintances.


    Dracon stepped forward, shaking Percival''s hand. "You must be Percival Ellington. My father speaks of


    you often."


    Vivienne''s gaze dropped, sensing, perhaps mistakenly, that Dracon was deliberately overlooking her.


    After Diana''s introduction, courtesy dictated that Dracon should at least acknowledge her presence, yet


    he bypassed her to greet Percival directly.


    Vivienne could not help but inwardly sigh at the prospect of yet another enemy.


    "Vivienne and I are here to see Yorick today, and I apologize for any inconvenience. Is he avable?"


    Percival''s tone was polite but firm, emphasizing Vivienne''s importance.


    It was clear that Percival genuinely respected Yorick and, by extension, treated his family with great


    care.


    "He is, but it''s not a good time. My father''s not feeling well," Dracon said apologetically.


    Percival''s brows furrowed with concern. "What''s wrong with Yorick?"


    "Just the old issues ring up. He''s not been well since a cold he caught a few days back," Dracon


    replied, leading Percival towards the parlor, never once ncing at Vivienne.


    Diana followed Dracon closely, and though they did not speak, their movements were in sync,


    suggesting a subtle intimacy.


    "What did the doctors say about Yorick''s illness?" Percival asked.


    Dracon shook his head. "They didn’t say much, but the implication is that my father might be bedridden


    from here on out. The injuries from his youth are catching up to him."


    The concern on Percival''s face was as palpable as when Richard fell ill.


    Vivienne had not wanted to get involved, but seeing Percival''s distress, she was willing to offer her help


    to Mr. Wolf.


    "Mr. Linter, I have some medical knowledge. If it''s okay with you, I''d like to have a look at Yorick.


    Maybe I can help," Vivienne said, her tone warm yet respectful.


    To her surprise, Dracon''s gaze hardened as he surveyed her, "You? Specter Healer? Such a young


    Vivienne had spoken up for Percival''s sake, but Dracon''s response left her cold.


    If Yorick were not so esteemed by Percival and Karen, she would not have offered help even if he were


    dying before her.


    She lifted her gaze to Dracon, her eyes narrowing, a chill emanating from her.


    But then, she hesitated. Dracon had called her the Specter Healer.


    She had never formally introduced herself to the Linters, but somehow, Dracon had already pegged


    her identity.


    She shot a nce at Diana, realizing that her title must''vee up in conversation more than a few


    times around Dracon.


    His courtesy towards Dracon had been nothing but a courtesy extended through Yorick. Now that


    Dracon showed Vivienne no respect, why would he bother with pleasantries?


    Vivienne could not help but chuckle; Diana was acting as if she were thedy of the Linter family.


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    Between the lines of her peace-making, Vivienne could tell the implication was clear: they were guests


    who had overstepped, trying to meddle in affairs that were not theirs to handle.


    "We''re not upset. But right now, I''m more concerned about your vision than Yorick," Vivienne said, her


    gaze drifting towards the security monitors that lined the front of the Linter Mansion.


    The screens showed every angle from the mansion''s outer gates to the front door. Such an oversight,


    and yet when Diana had seen Vivienne, her surprise was almost convincing.


    Quite the actress, Vivienne mused.


    Diana, catching the sarcasm, could only offer a strained chuckle. "Don''t worry, I''ve got you, right?"


    Vivienneughed softly. "I don''t have the time."


    As the words left her lips, an rm suddenly red from a south-facing room on the second floor of the


    Linter Mansion.