Ronald was visibly puzzled as he furrowed his brow and asked, "What do you mean?"


    Only Scott, within the entire Brooks family, was privy to his and Lauren''s affair. It wasn''t surprising that Vivienne knew; her sharp


    intellect made it easy for her to uncover secrets.


    But what baffled him were the words that Vivienne had just uttered.


    Even if Vivienne could dig up dirt on him and Lauren, she couldn''t possibly understand what kind of person Lauren was. After all,


    Lauren had passed away years ago. How could Vivienne know what Lauren was like?


    Vivienne, hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans, remained cool and aloof. "Did you love her so deeply without knowing that


    she was a member of an elite special unit?"


    "What?" Ronald''s face was a mask of disbelief.


    "Lauren joined the unit at sixteen. Shepleted her education with them, bing the youngest and most formidable


    operative they had. At twenty, the unit discovered that GTO was trafficking humans. Since GTO was a major organization, to


    prevent their operatives from escaping, they sent her undercover.


    To infiltrate the GTO effectively, she needed two years at home to shed any trace of being amando. And since she''d been


    fond of you since childhood, and you''d never forgotten her, shefortably spent those two years in a rtionship with you."


    Ronald felt like his world was unraveling. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. He looked up at Vivienne, his face a


    picture of utter confusion.


    "Discovering that Scott was Mr. B was an ident. When she found out, she reported it to hermand immediately. Scott was


    on her tail, and her unit took the opportunity to have her prate the GTO!"


    Scott, bewildered, looked at her, "How do you know all this?"


    She didn''t even know Lauren. And even if she had the means to find out about her, how could she so easily uncover a


    commando, especially an undercover one?


    Vivienne massaged her temples, giving him a look that screamed ‘idiot". "I don''t personally know her, yet | know so much. Guess


    why?"


    Ronald''s mind raced, considering every possibility.


    But after dismissing several theories, he suddenly looked up at Vivienne and stood up excitedly. "You knew her!"


    Vivienne''s lips curled into a half-smile. "Not too dumb, after all.”


    Ronald was speechless,ining inside, "Just a moment ago, you were praising my intelligence!"


    Vivienne: Oh? Did 1? Must''ve slipped.


    Ronald grabbed Vivienne''s arm, his voice trembling, "Then she, she..."


    Was she really dead?


    No one knew how devastated he had been upon learning of Lauren''s death. If not for his drive for revenge, he might have joined


    her long ago.


    "She''s alive and well," Vivienne stated. "Her mission isplete, and she''s due to be discharged after she returns to the unit."


    With that, Vivienne nced at him coolly. "And in the future, don''t do anything foolish. Those signs you''ve been leaving? F-


    Poison spotted them ages ago. By the time Mr. Wolf''s team got there, they were long gone."


    She had initially included Ronald in her bionics project to keep an eye on him and to draw out F-Poison.


    It was only after Percival found F-Poison''s hideout and the signs Ronald left that they concluded he wasn''t a traitor. He was out


    for vengeance.


    The operation was supposed to be foolproof, but those signs allowed F-Poison to slip away again.


    Was Ronald just naive or outright foolish?


    Ronald was at a loss for words. He had left those signs to help himself track the enemy, not to hinder Vivienne and her team.


    "Alright, I''ve got a poisonous rat to catch. | came here today to get you to stop your idiotic antics. Don''t risk your life over this."


    After a pause, Vivienne added, "F-Poison has kept GTO unbreakable. Not even sacrificing the lives of every member of the


    Brooks family would earn their trust. The ones who truly care for you are your parents and your siblings."


    Ronald hung his head. "I''m sorry!"


    "You owe me no apology," she said, turning to leave.


    Just as she reached the door, Ronald had a revtion. "The one I''ve been dealing with isn''t F-Poison! She goes by Samantha!"


    Ronald bit his lip, then added, "But she could be F-Poison..."


    He raked his hands through his hair in frustration. "I don''t know how to exin it. It''s like F-Poison is F-Poison, yet not F-Poison!"


    Vivienne pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly exasperated.


    "The one you''ve been dealing with is F-Poison''s girlfriend, Samantha, and now she''s also F-Poison’s decoy," Vivienne said with


    a deep look at him. "And you say you''re smart? Where''s the smarts?"


    Ronald was rendered speechless again.


    Please, no more insults!


    "From what | know, catching Samantha won''t make her reveal F-Poison''s whereabouts," said Ronald. "I''ve been in contact with


    her for a long time. She''s elusive. She seems to love F-Poison, yet she has many lovers, and she always wears a mask. No one


    knows her true face... Not only that. She feels very young, yet she''s quite old."


    Vivienne''s lips quirked. "The real F-Poison will never see daylight again."


    With that, she left without another word.


    At the border of Veridia and Aurentia.


    In a makeshiftmand center, a man approaching fifty stood with his hands behind his back.


    The area had just seen a battle and was now in a state of repair.


    Aman in ck approached and respectfully said, "Mr. Linter!"


    The man turned his head, a quizzical expression framing his face. "Speak."


    "Your dad Yorick is safe and sound. As far as the investigation goes, nothing points to Percival..." The man in ck hesitated,


    unsure if he should continue.


    With a sidelong nce, the other man said with a cool and steady voice, "Out with it."


    "| believe the Linters might be involved," the man in ck finally said.


    The other man''s eyes narrowed slightly, a silence enveloping him for a long moment. After a while, he spoke again, "And what of


    that other matter? Any news?"


    "Nothing yet," the man in ck


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    It was a sore subject for him.


    Mr. Linter had a lost love, the only woman who had ever truly held a ce in his heart.


    Years ago, this man had been called


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    woman were with the Hawthorn


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    By the time they got around to inquiring at the Hawthorn estate, she had long since departed. So Mr. Linter had sketched a


    portrait and sent them searching.


    But who would have guessed that Veridia''s undefeated general drew worse than a child''s scribbles?


    Years ago, they received word that the woman had died, leaving behind a daughter.


    Mr. Linter tasked them with finding this daughter, but it was like searching for a needle in a haystack, nearly impossible given


    the sketch. It was harder than any battle they had ever fought.


    The man frowned, his decision made. "Prepare everything. We''re heading home."


    Finding her would require his own hands.


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