Faye puckered her lips and scoffed dismissively. "It''s just for convenience, you know. I''ve only met Carl a handful of times. It was
his uncle Scott and my dad who arranged our marriage from the start. We were bound to be linked by marriage sooner orter,
so we figured we might as well choose someone we knew. That was the deal between us. Besides, Carl had a thing for Calista
and almost called off our engagement. It was only his brother Ronald who stepped in and stopped him."
Charlotte, always keen for some juicy gossip, prodded further. "How do you know it was Ronald who stopped him, not Carl
himself wanting to stay engaged?"
"Are you kidding? He was head over heels for Calista at the time. There''s no way he wanted to stay engaged. He told me himself
that Ronald convinced him to stick it out for the sake of the Brooks family, suggesting that eventually, he''d break off the
engagement with me."
"Pfft, I never realized Ronald was such a smooth talker. Now that his brother''s in aa, | don''t see him pushing to call off the
engagement. When exactly was he nning to do that?"
Just outside the door, Zachary happened to pass by and overheard Faye''s conversation, his expression growing even more
somber.
He didn''t knock but instead went to find Vivienne.
"Madam, the warehouse has been unsealed, but they still took two robots from each of our warehouses for sampling and
investigation,” he reported.
Vivienne was already aware of the situation. "Let them take their samples. | suspect that''s their real objective anyway."
"But, Madam," Zachary continued, "while questioning the agents, | managed to get a look at the serial numbers of the
malfunctioning robots. They were all defective models that should have been destroyed long ago. There''s definitely a mole inside
our organization. | suspect..."
"Just focus on what you''re doing; I''m on top of it," Vivienne cut in.
Reassured, Zachary agreed. "Alright, I''ll follow your lead. And about Carl — do you need my help? | have some influence in M
State; maybe | could find him."
"No need. Someone''s already on it."
Vivienne''s smile was cryptic as she dismissed the topic.
Meanwhile, in a secluded manor in Rivenwood, Dracon sat staring out the window. This was Linter territory, where no one
dared to intrude; not even Vivienne or Percival''s reach could extend here.
Soon after, a man in a dark suit entered, carrying a bottle of fine red wine.
Dracon sneered without turning his head. "What''s this? F-Poison too scared to show up on Linter turf? Coward."
The man wasn''t ruffled; he calmly opened the red wine and poured it into a decanter, saying, "A married woman can''t simply
come out to meet Mr. Linter alone.”
Dracon scoffed again. "You RST folks sure know how to y. Which number are you in her list of men?"
"Mr. Linter, | am not yet married," the man responded, maintaining a genteel smile as he faced Dracon.
Dracon felt an inexplicable chill, an ominous pressure that unsettled him. Straightening up, he demanded, "Out with it. What do
you want?"
The man''s grin deepened. "We know you want nothing more than to rescue Ms. Diana from Vivienne''s clutches. We have
located Diana."
At the mention of Diana''s name, Dracon''’s eyes lit up. "You found Diana? Where is she? Is she alright? Has Vivienne been
troubling her?"
The man casually cut into his steak as if slicing through Dracon''s patience.
Growing anxious, Dracon grabbed the man''s wrist. "I''m talking to you. Are you deaf?"
With a swift move, the man flipped his hand, driving the steak knife toward Dracon''s hand. Dracon jerked back just in time to
avoid injury.
ring at the man in shock, Dracon heard him say, "Mr. Linter, we have a partnership. GTO is not at your service."
Dracon swallowed hard and asked again, "Where is Diana?"
The man chuckled, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "There''s a little issue with Percivaltely. If you could... take care of him for us,
then | could share Diana''s whereabouts. What do you say?"
Dracon frowned. "If Percival was so easy to deal with, would you still be having trouble with him?"
The man wagged a finger. "You managed to send Gillian to Vanguard Agency. Dealing with Percival should be simple for you.
Here''s a hint."
Dracon listened intently as the man continued, "Percival recently visited Yorick, remember? He even brought some gifts."
Watching the man leave, Dracon was torn.
After all, Yorick was his father.
As the man got into his car, he dialed F-Poison. "Yes, but | doubt he''s got the guts for it."
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Often, to prove themselves, they challenge what they fear most.
And for Dracon, the quintessential lost cause, his greatest fear was his father — that untouchable figure looming over him.
Listening to F-Poison''s words, a chuckle couldn''t help but escape the man''s lips. "Well then, | guess I''ll have to add fuel to the
fire."
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his son''s face.
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