The chat group was quiet at first, filled with question marks. Then, like a stone thrown into a pond, messages began to flood in.


    It was like a bomb had gone off.


    Jerry Perez, the second oldest, chimed in: "Leopold, that trick won''t work on us!"


    Daniel, the third, added: "No offense, Leopold, but you''re just not in the same league as us."


    Eric, the fourth, joked: "Leopold''s definitely got some delusions of grandeur."


    Old-man Dawson couldn''t believe it: "Has Leopold lost his mind? ... The nerve to say that, did you eat lion''s heart and leopard''s courage?"


    Donald, the sixth,ughed: "Leopold, you''re trying to kill us withughter. If Vivienne would let her kid call you godfather, I''d call you godfather too!" Enzo agreed: "Seconded!"


    Larry, the eighth, added: "Seconded +1!"


    Gary sent a long voice message,ughing so hard he couldn''t even speak.


    Leopold, feeling smug, was driving with one hand and replied with a voice message, specifically tagging Donald.


    "Come on, Donald, the master is still here. If you call me godfather... that''s like shortening my life!"


    "And if you dared, I wouldn''t dare ept."


    The group went silent.


    Then, Old-man Dawson sent a message, "Leopold, did Vivienne confirm this herself?"


    Leopold couldn''t suppress his grin. "Dawson, you too? Would I dare share the news with you guys if Vivienne hadn''t agreed?"


    With that, Leopold closed his phone, feeling victorious as the group''s messages kepting.


    He had secured his position as godfather.


    The next day, when Vivienne got into the car, she saw Leopold grinning from ear to ear as if he''d stumbled upon some great fortune.


    She asked, "Did you and Griffin Martinez elope or something?"


    Leopold blushed, "Vivienne, why are you teasing me too? You know how tightly the Martinez family guards Griffin. If I dared to elope, they''d skin me alive." Vivienne narrowed her eyes, "Then what''s with the goofy smile?"


    Leopold started the car, smiling at Vivienne in the rearview mirror, "I told the guys about you agreeing to my request. Let them die of envy."


    "I''m going to be the godfather of your two kids. Let''s see who dares to mess with me now."


    Vivienne was speechless.


    Why was she being dragged into this!


    In the prison, Leopold waited outside.


    Vivienne approached Den alone, facing his stoic expression, she calmly stated, "Stop waiting, Abigail is dead."N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.


    At those words, Den''s body tensed, his hoarse voice breaking through, "She can''t be dead."


    Vivienne said nothing but threw a photo into his cell.


    The moment Den saw it, a tumult of emotions shed in his eyes.


    Vivienne observed, slightly raising an eyebrow, "I personally dealt with her. Her body is now in the researchb. As for any chances of her making aeback, it''s almost nil." The photo had been sent by Anna before the deed was done.


    Whether Abigail''s remains could be pieced back into a whole was debatable. How could she start over?


    With Anna involved, her end would be thorough.


    Den''s eyes darkened as he muttered, "She never made it to the final step."


    Vivienne''s eyes narrowed, "What final step? Who is it?"


    She hadn''tid a hand on Den, guessing there was some deal between him and Abigail.


    But this deal wouldn''t surface until the very end.


    "I don''t know," Den''s voice was calm.


    Vivienne''s gaze turned icy, "She spared your life, there must be something you promised her. How could you not know of this person''s existence?"


    Den shifted ufortably, "She was too arrogant to let anyone elseplete her grand vision. Anything she couldn''t take with her, she''d destroy with her own hands." Vivienne scoffed, knowing Den was deliberately muddling the truth.


    "She might not, but if this person was chosen by her, or rted to her, it''s a different story."


    Den looked down, "You''re barking up the wrong tree. I was just a means to an end for her. Now that Abigail is dead, do with me as you will."


    Vivienne remained unmoved, "You''ve gone to great lengths for her, yet she regarded you as expendable. Yet, here you are, alive. Do you think I''d believe that?"


    She knew how deep Den could scheme. He must harbor some of Abigail''s secrets, deeply hidden.


    She restrained the gleam in her eyes, "Name the person, and I''ll grant you a quick death."


    Denughed bitterly, "What does death matter? The world is wed. After my death, someone else willplete our mission."


    Vivienne''s eyes narrowed, but it was toote to act.


    Den, with thest of his inner energy, struck his own temple, ending his life instantly.


    Den''s death confirmed there was indeed such a person, but any clues to their identity were now lost.


    Draven and his team rushed in, shocked at the scene. Draven bowed deeply, "My apologies, we failed in our duty."


    Vivienne waved him off, "Dispose of the body and keep an eye on any suspicious individuals."


    Back in the car, Vivienne received a call from the hospital. She told Leopold, "Change of ns, we''re heading to the hospital."


    On the third floor, people rushed into a room, carrying emergency supplies, their hands stained with blood.


    Leopold furrowed his brows and stepped in front of Vivienne, asking, "What''s going on?"


    The doctor, upon noticing Vivienne behind him, hurriedly exined, "Director, the patient on the third floor suddenly turned pale and started coughing up blood half an hour ago. His heartbeat has also stopped. We''ve tried everything at our disposal."


    Having just returned from a stint at the prison, Vivienne had already guessed as much.


    She instructed the doctor beside her, "Clear the room. I''ll handle this."


    Knowing Vivienne''s capabilities, the doctor quickly scurried into the room and ushered everyone out. The room was immediately emptied.


    Leopold stood guard outside.


    Upon entering, Vivienne saw Colin


    Wright on the bed, hisplexion dreadful and his lips turning purplish - clearly, he was choked by


    something stuck at his heart unable


    to escape.


    She took out a silver needle and the moment she punctured his chest, a dark mist followed the direction of the needle and spiraled out.


    After swirling in the air a few times, it vanished into nothingness.


    Her master had once told her, this kind of bacsh would cease once the original host dies. Survive this


    final ordeal, and she would no longer suffer from the pain of bacsh.