Chapter 766
Vivienne let out a sigh, expelling the frustration from her chest as she looked up at Percival.
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"Mr. Wolf, Vanguard Agency has been shut down. Are those people who were locked up still there?"
Percival blinked in surprise, "Give me a moment to check."
He had heard that the prisoners from Vanguard Agency had been moved. But since he didn''t work
there, he hadn''t paid it much attention.
Not sure what Vivienne was up to, but willing to help out, he decided to give Micah a call.
...
Meanwhile, at the Abernathy mansion.
The grand room was bustling with people.
From Gavin to Harrison, including Zinnia, who should have been ying the patient in the hospital
but was instead sitting up straight, dignified in her seat.
"Harrison, what''s the situation at the hospital?" Gavin asked, scanning the room before turning to
Harrison, who was seated beside him.
Harrison, his gaze fixed on his phone, fingers tapping rhythmically, replied, "I was toote, Dad. I
underestimated Vivienne and her quick response. I''m sorry."
Disappointment flickered in Gavin''s eyes, but he refrained from being harsh, given Harrison''s
evident regret. He simply nodded, "The Ellingtons have always been a tough nut to crack. It''s
understandable that you were unprepared, having never dealt with them directly. Kipling, Zinnia,
how are things on your end?"
Kipling patted his chest with a grin, "Leave it to me. Those online trolls are easy to fool. I''ve already
leaked the Littletons'' location. That loser and his daughter are probably trapped at home by now."
Zinnia fidgeted with her dress, slightly tense, "I have contacts at the estate. I''ve informed them
about the situation, and they''ve agreed to help rally the homeowners to drive out the Littletons."
"But, they want a hundred grand for their help after it''s done." It was her first time dealing with such
a prominent family. She was understandably nervous in Gavin''s presence, "Gavin, about this..."
Gavin waved it off nonchntly, "Don''t worry. As long as the job''s done, the Abernathys can spare a
hundred grand."
After all, if they could secure the secret recipe, what the Grimshaws would offer was far beyond that
sum.
Gavin was clear about the stakes: they had to seed, failure was not an option! He turned to
Harrison, "Stoke the fires online. And find the Littletons'' new hideout as quickly as possible. I want
to see how tough this Kaitlyn can be."
Kipling exchanged a look with Harrison, a ruthless glint in his eye, "Why not dig up her parents''
graves? If we find what you''re after, great. If not, we can use their ashes to threaten her. Isn''t that
easier than dealing with Julian and Sadie?"
The room fell silent.
Harrison''s eyes, hidden behind his bangs, showed a trace of cruelty, "It''s a good n, but could it
backfire?"
"What could possibly go wrong?" Gavinughed heartily. "Kipling, you always have the best
schemes. Harrison, you''re too straightced. You could learn a thing or two from Kipling! Gather a
crew and head to Saddlehill Cemetery. Those Littletons are dead and buried, and I''m going to use
their graves against their daughter!"
Harrison''s smile held a barely perceptible sharpness.
...
In the property management office of the upscale neighborhood.
"What kind of security is this?! Allowing a criminal into ourmunity, you''repromising our
safety!"
"Absolutely! We paid a fortune for these homes for peace of mind! Look at what you''ve done, letting
a criminal live here. Every family here has children. Can you take responsibility if something
happens?"
A woman dressed in a tasteful, modest dress led a group of equally mature men and women,
blockading the office entrance.
Behind the crowd stood two bodyguards, holding up a red banner with bold, ck letters: [The
Littletons Must Leave Our Community!]
The property manager, Elwood, was more miserable than if he had been crying, apologizing
profusely to the woman, "Raquel, I''m terribly sorry. We simply don''t have the authority to evict
anyone. Everyone''s a homeowner; we''re just here to serve, we can''t just throw people out."
If only they would go hassle the Littletons directly!
This wasn''t a government office; they couldn''t check someone''s entire background. As long as the
person had money, even if they were wanted by thew, they couldn''t be denied residence if not
previously known to the property management.
Raquel, hands on hips, her patience wearing thin, snapped, "What kind of excuse is that?!
Protecting us homeowners is your job. We''re making demands, why aren''t you taking action?!"
"Exactly! They say everyone''s a homeowner, but that Julian doesn''t look rich at all! The Littletons
went broke over a decade ago; where did they get the money to buy a house here?!"
"The house had been vacant forever, and I have no clue how Kaitlyn managed to weasel her way
in! Your property management is sox—it''s outrageous, I''m lodging aint!"
A group of irate homeowners huddled at the property management''s door, each more incensed than
thest.
Elwood''s young assistant surveyed the crowd, noting with a hint of disdain that they were all from
the smaller homes in the vimunity. She curled her lip in contempt and muttered a rebuttal, "A
bunch of scaredy-cats! They''re just too chicken to confront the Littletons because of their burly
bodyguard. They''d rather take it out on us. What a joke!"
"Watch it, girlie, what did you just say?!" Raquel, standing at the front, snapped.
The assistant mumbled something under her breath, but it was too quiet for Raquel to catch
anything clearly.
All she could make out was the phrase ''scaredy-cats'', which,ing from someone with shoddy
eyeshadow and bug-eyed fury, only made her already unkind face seem all the more menacing.
The assistant had seen her fair share of fierce homeowners, and the ones with sprawling estates in
themunity were far more intimidating than Raquel. If she wasn''t afraid of them, she certainly
wasn''t going to be cowed by Raquel. "Yes, I''m talking to you! Coward, always throwing your weight
around. If you''re so tough, why don''t you picket in front of the Littletons'' ce, huh?"
"What the heck are you on about?!" Elwood''s face soured at her words.
He chided her just enough to make a point, quickly apologizing to Raquel before the situation
escted, "I''m really sorry, Raquel. This intern doesn''t know her boundaries. But honestly, we don''t
have the authority to kick anyone out. Mrs. Littleton might not be an official homeowner, but the
owner of the vi had informed us about their arrival in advance. Unless she specifically asks the
Littletons to leave, no one else has the right to evict her guests!"
Raquel was unconvinced. The Littletons were a has-been family who could barely rub two nickels
together, yet someone was pulling strings for them?
"Who are you trying to fool?! Prove it then. Show me who this mysterious homeowner is. I want to
see who''s got such poor judgment that they''d harbor these folks!"