“Now, you can think about it. Whether you’re going to work with me or I’m going to Deborah Baron.”


    Vivian stood up, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the door, a change in the lightness of the clouds just now, his face suddenly serious and clear, “As long as I Vivian out of this door, the master and disciple between me and you will be broken. You think clearly before you answer!”


    For the sake of Morris, Vivian would not hesitate to go to any lengths.


    As long as he was safe and sound, what was the point of this tactic?


    Houghton knew what Vivian meant.


    As long as he refuses to reveal Morris’s whereabouts, Vivian will go to Deborah Baron herself, and it will be a disaster for them, whether she trades her life for a life or works with Deborah Baron.


    Yoona Lee is dead, and Vivian is theirst trump card!


    Houghton leaned back in his chair, feeling weak, trying to struggle, but simply can not move.


    He had underestimated Vivian after all. He didn’t expect that from the moment he appeared, she had beenying the groundwork.


    He saw her as the prey, not expecting that the hunter often appeared as the prey.


    “I don’t have time to spend with you. You are given thest thirty seconds to think about it.” Vivian lifted her wrist, looked at her wristwatch, and began to count down.


    Time passed, Houghton hot eyes kept staring at Vivian, the eyes were veryplicated.


    “Ten, nine, eight … three, two, one!”


    After losing thest few numbers, Vivian thought nothing of it and got up and walked straight towards the door.


    “Wait!”


    Houghton shouted, and a frustrated sigh, “grown up, grown up ah.”


    I remember when I saw her as a little yellow-haired girl, but I didn’t think she would grow up in the blink of an eye. “Now you dare to count on me.”


    Vivian stood in the doorway and said without looking back, “You forced me to do it.”


    “Okay, I’ll tell you.”


    Forced to do so, Houghton could only tell Vivian.


    At that, Vivian’s eyes lit up, her eyes were filled with a thin mist of water, and her hanging heart finally fell.


    She took a deep breath, slowly turned around and walked to Houghton, “Tell me, where is he?”


    “I tell you, are you sure you can save him?” Houghton asked.


    Vivian shook his head, “With the manpower I have now, of course I can’t save him. So, I’ll have to bother you, or Cindere Sabastian.”


    The two men just gazed at each other, both silent.


    Finally, Houghton sighed, “Morris is out of life threatening, but the person has been sent to the secret institute in the West End. There is a high level of security there, it is difficult to get in. My people can be transferred to you, but whether or not you can get in depends on your own ability.”


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    Vivian’s heart that had just fallen was tense again, “Send to the institute for what?”


    She was a little confused.


    “Deborah Baron took away the hidden master’s seat back then, but for the ancient method of sealing memories has been nagging, multiple studies will not, and finally can only use scientific methods instead ofpulsion to seal memories.”


    Houghton no longer conceal, truthfully told, “Marilyn begged Deborah Baron to save Morris, but Deborah Baron in order to avoid Morrister be his enemy, intended to seal his memory. It must be that he wants Morris to marry Marilyn.”


    Married?


    Vivian’s heart the thread with Houghton’s words more and more tense, even she does not know when the tight string will not be able to hold up, it will break.


    “Where is Morris in the West End Secret Institute?”


    She questioned.


    Houghton shook, “I’m really not sure about that. My men went to investigatest night and only found out that people were sent to the secret institute. It’s heavily guarded and all modern high tech, so it’s hard for us to get in.”