Chapter 747
Ramona gnawed at her nails incessantly, biting so fiercely that the skin of her thumb broke and
bled, yet she was numb to the taste.
Her lips were stained with the crimson of her blood, and when her saliva mingled with the wound, a
sharp pain jolted her back to reality.
Snapping out of her daze, Ramona realized she couldn''t just sit around waiting for doom. She
fished out her phone and made a call, "When you guys crafted my cover, why didn''t you pick
something better? I can''t deal with this online crap! Everyone''s calling me a floozy now; I can''t even
leave the house without paparazzi on my tail!"
Ramona paced her room, agitated, "I don''t care. You have to fix this. Otherwise, I''m spilling
everything to the family!"
She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
The curtains in her room were all drawn shut.
Since the night before, the building opposite was swarming with cameras, hordes of people
desperate for a scoop on her.
Ramona had no idea how much longer she could endure this nightmare!
If not for Vivienne whisking her away from her apartment yesterday, she wouldn''t have even made it
to the g at Capital Edge Estates!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was a respecteddy of the Grimshaw
family, after all.This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.
Yet, a single mission had plummeted her reputation, leaving her feeling less worthy than the stray
dogs in the streets!
On the other end of the phone, the person seemed indifferent to her rage, their voice calm and
detached, "You created this mess; you clean it up. Ramona, no matter how many tasks you''ve
taken on, you have only one mission here. Win over Percival, and right now, you''re on the verge of
failing!"
"What do you mean by that?" Ramona retorted with a start, "So you hire me and don''t trust me?
Fine, I''m done! Don''t think you''re the only ones who know the art of meridians reversal. Our main
family has its experts, too. I''m going to them tonight, and we''ll see how you continue your ns
when the Grimshaw family learns you''ve stolen their techniques."
She should have never agreed to work with these people!
If not for the poison they injected into her, she would never have agreed to this mission!
"Hold your horses," the voice on the other end said, gender indiscernible, "Maybe this isn''t such a
bad thing after all."
Ramona was almost amused by her own fury, "Well, you just wait and see. I''ll sabotage your ns
even if it''s thest thing I do!"
The person in the shadows apparently found the noise too much and held the phone away until
Ramona finished her rant. Then, with a mocking curve of the lips, they brought the phone back to
their ear and said patiently, "This isn''t just about you being caught in a storm. Those seen with you
are also in hot water. There''s a saying, ''The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'' Why not seek their
help? You might achieve some unexpected results."
...
Elsewhere, in the suburbs, amidst lush greenery, a castle-like vi stood secluded.
Vivienne and Draven stood outside, gazing at the ivy-covered walls, their expressions pensive,
"Who knew Rivenwood suburb hid such a gem."
Draven frowned, "Should we really go in, young master?"
If that person was such a big shot, there could be an ambush waiting.
Vivienne signaled her team to step aside and, to Draven''s surprise, approached the grand doors of
the castle. It seemed well-kept, showing no signs of neglect, with even the brass knocker shining
brightly.
With gloved hands, Vivienne grasped the knocker and gave it a firm rap.
"Young master!"
"Vivienne!"
Draven and the swiftly arriving Matthew''s eyes widened in shock as they dashed forward.
But Vivienne simply looked back, her expression inscrutable, "False rm."
With that, she even kicked the now-open castle doors.
Draven and Matthew were taken aback. Why wasn''t anything following the expected script?
It seemed the woman was only intent on teaching Vivienne a lesson.
The path was clear as they crossed the vast courtyard and entered the vi''s grand hall. The entire
castle was devoid of anyone but them!
Even in the living room where Donald was bound, not a soul stood guard.
From alertness to numbness, Draven and Matthew kicked aside the obstructive sofa and headed
toward Donald.
"Ugh!"
Donald was tied tightly to thergest pir in the room with hemp rope, his mouth sealed with ck
tape.
A ck-cased vial hung at his waist, the green liquid inside sloshing back and forth with his
movements.
He shook his head frantically, warning them not toe closer.
But no one heeded his warning.
Draven and Matthew strode over, and as expected, nothing happened. Swallowing their pride at
being underestimated, they peeled the tape from Donald''s mouth.
"Donald, what happened? You were just supposed to tail someone. How did you end up tied up
here?"
Matthew teased as he made room for Vivienne.
Donald had no time for banter, "Vivienne! Get out of here! This isn''t just a bomb; it''s a biological
weapon! If it goes off, we''re all dead. Get out now!"
"Shut up," Vivienne snapped, her ears ringing from his shouting, "Matthew, tape his mouth again.
He''s giving me a headache."
Matthew chuckled gleefully, "Right away. Don''t me me, Donald. I have to obey Vivienne!"
"Ugh..." Donald''s eyes bulged in disbelief.
Internally cursing, he vowed to get back at Matthew once he was safe.
Matthew pretended not to understand, taking his struggle as gratitude, "No need to thank me; we''re
disciples of the same master, after all. Don''t be too moved; just treat me to a feastter, that''s all."
Donald: Who''s thanking you?
As the two exchanged banter, Vivienne had already expertly defused the bomb.
She gestured for a team member standing by to approach, carefully cing the biological weapon
into a ck case that had been prepared in advance.
"Save the chit-chat forter," she said, dusting off her hands.
Her indifferent gaze swept past Matthew.
She shelved her tally of debts for the moment and turned to leave.
"Hold it right there!"
Suddenly, a stern shout echoed, and a group of figures d in ck tactical gear burst in. Armed
with rifles andbat knives, they encircled the team.
Vivienne and the members of the Nine Mystics Society huddled together, with Matthew supporting
Donald in the back. He cursed loudly, "I knew it! That broad wasn''t just ying nice. She''s been
lying in wait for us!"
As he spoke, another wave of footsteps sounded from outside the door.