The original n was to get rid of Morris, but then learned that Morris was sent to the West Side Secret Institute, and Houghton knew about Deborah Baron’s n and did not send any more people to get at Morris.


    As long as Morris can alienate Vivian and be sealed memory, in his case, it is good.


    Vivian never thought it would be such a result.


    She immediately fumbled for her phone on Houghton’s body, unlocked it with Houghton’s face face, and asked, “Assign some of your people to me. Call who?”


    “Solomon.”


    Houghton said someone.


    Vivian found that person in her phone’s address book, but on second thought, eventually dialed Cindere Sabastian’s number.


    Beep-beep-beep.


    The phone rang a few times, and the other party immediately answered, “Donald Sabastian?”


    “It’s me.”


    Vivian said directly into the phone: “Houghton is with me now. He promised to let me rescue Morris and ask you to transfer some of your experts over.”


    The other party fell into silence.


    Vivian knew that time was short and immediately said, “I know your n to ignore Morris or just watch him die. But listen to me!”


    She raised her voice, “If I don’t save Morris today, not only will I die, but I’ll let Houghton die with me! Cindere Sabastian, I advise you not to dream. And you’d better not y any tricks on me.”


    “Cindere, let her be.”


    Houghton sighed and obliged.


    Cindere Sabastian: “… Okay, I promise you.”


    “Immediately send a group of experts to the West Institute, I will wait for them there.” After saying that, Vivian directly hung up the phone.


    Looking at the powerless Houghton leaning back in his chair, Vivian wrinkled his brow, “Master, sorry.”


    Houghton eyes kept looking at Vivian but did not speak.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    Although Vivian used to always call him ‘Houghton’ is very rude, but now she changed her mouth to call a ‘master’, the distance between the two, from the beginning of the nickname to now respectfully address, distance, has long been pulled apart A million miles.


    Houghton knew that everything could not go back, and did not say anything else.


    Vivian took Houghton’s cell phone away, left the room, and turned around and went next door.


    Pushing the door open, both Sophie and Dixon were waiting for her.


    When they saw hering, both of them asked, “How’s it going?”


    “Sophie, go downstairs and find some rope and tie Houghton up. Remember, don’t let anyone near Houghton during this time, and never give him any chance to escape. He is very tricky, you should be careful. No food or drink for a day, not dead.”


    Vivian added a final sentence, afraid Sophie could not watch Houghton.


    “Well, don’t worry, Sister Vivian.”


    Sophie nodded and patted her chest with a confident pose.


    Since arriving at the Hidden Tribe, Sophie had always felt like she was useless like a waste of time, and now that Vivian had finally given her a task, Sophie leaped in her heart.


    “Dixon, let’s go.” Vivian waved at him.


    Dixon nodded, looked sideways at Sophie, reached out and touched her cheek, “Sophie, take good care of yourself, and never guard the bad old man next door. Wait for us toe back.”


    “Okay.” She nodded and said to Vivian again, “Sister Vivian, don’t worry.”


    After saying that, Vivian and Dixon both immediately went downstairs, and Sophie also followed to find hemp rope, intending to tie Houghton up.