Vivienne nodded in agreement. "It''s puzzling. Why did F-Poison tell Flynn about my mom being taken? Was there anything else
he mentioned?"
“Alright, I''ll take care of it," Percival replied before dialing up Thomas.
Soon, Thomas had arranged for Karen to visit Flynn.
“Percival, there''s another thing - Gillian''s back."
Percival furrowed his brow. "She''s back already?"
"Yeah, the higher-ups say the surveince footage involving Gillian doesn''t prove much. They''re calling it a professional mishap,
gave her a mark on her record, and she''s back."
Hearing this, Percival almost crushed his phone in frustration.
Hundreds were injured, Soren and Astrid were still unconscious, and Leopold and Anna were unable to walk without stitches.
Just a professional mishap?
Through the phone, Thomas could feel Percival''s anger but continued, "However, Vance has stripped Gillian of her authority. She
shouldn''t be causing trouble anymore, or at least, she''s lost the capacity to do so."
Percival took a breath. "Fine, | got it."
Karen went to the secret prison alone, while Vivienne stayed with Percival at the YQ Research Center.
Vivienne had a new idea she wanted to try out.
Inside the prison, the darkness was as oppressive as ever.
Through the monitor, Karen saw Scott grading papers while Flynn was still curled up in pain on the floor.
After a thorough check, Karen walked in.
"Boss, be careful. I''ll wait outside for you," Thomas stood guard at the door.
Although nothing should happen, Thomas was still worried. After all, who could feel secure with the current state of Vanguard
Agency?
Karen nodded and entered.
By now, Flynn had regained hisposure, his clothes soaked with sweat, as he sat nkly on the ground.
Seeing Karen enter, Flynn was startled, then let out augh.
Karen narrowed her eyes. "Long time no see."
Flynn''sughter stopped. "We haven''t met before, have we? I''ve seen your daughter many times, though. She used to call me
"Uncle Flynn.’ | wonder what she calls me now."
"Criminal." Karen sat down, a faint smile on her face.
Flynn took a deep breath. "You''re here to ask about my mentor, aren''t you? | heard there were quite a few interesting stories
when he took you away. Do you remember any of them?"
Karen''s voice was cool and detached. "! don''t remember. Care to enlighten me?"
Flynn stood up and walked to the bars, sizing Karen up, an unreadable look in his eyes.
"Girls change a lot as they grow. I''m curious to see what Vivienne will look like when she''s your age.”
Karen suddenly stood, a strange feeling stirring deep within her, yet she couldn''t put her finger on it.
The statement felt familiar, yet she couldn''t recall why.
Flynn ignored Karen''s surprise andy back on his bed.
"Do you know Wi well? Are you two close? When can | meet her? Isn''t she curious about me at all? After all, I''m the only
person in this world who''s had contact with her father."
Karen slowly regained herposure and sat back down, "Perhaps you are the second one."
Flynn''s swinging leg paused, then resumed its motion. "That janitor from Scepter University? He''s still alive, huh?”
Karen nodded. "Of course, thanks to your master, isn''t it?"
After a moment, Flynn huffed, "Right, he should live well, live for my master, watch the world change every day, record it
diligently, and then burn it for him."
Karen nced at him dispassionately. "Those in hell don''t receive the sentiments from the living."
Flynn was silent for a few seconds, then slowly sat up against the headboard, the sweat stains on his body almost gone.
"You''re right. What''s the use of sentiment when you''re in hell?"
Karen didn''t want to engage in meaningless chatter with Flynn and asked directly, "Why did F-Poison save that janitor?"
Flynn hummed thoughifully for a moment, then said lightly, "Probably for rebirth, | guess."
Karen frowned. "Rebirth?"
"Yeah, haven''t you read those time-travel novels? The protagonist dies dramatically, unwilling to let go of their unfulfilled dreams,
so they make a deal with God,e back with a system, and start a charmed life!"
Karen knew Flynn was toying with her, but for some reason, she felt there was more to his words.
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Thomas applied more pressure, his voice icy. “Scared? Me?”
At that moment, Karen stepped outside and caught sight of Gillian, her face contorted and uglier than ever under Thomas''s
choke hold.
Karen just nced over and called out, “Thomas!”
Hearing her, Thomas''s rage-filled expression softened a bit, and he released Gillian, turning respectfully to Karen. “Boss, are you
done?”
Karen nodded. “Yeah, who’s this?”
Thomas lowered his eyelids in distaste and muttered, “Gillian Ashford.”