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Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.
On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to
discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of
the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would
uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t had time to prepare a better cover and had used
her body to block the view.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
had the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.
On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to
discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of
the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would
uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t had time to prepare a better cover and had used
her body to block the view.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
had the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to
discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of
the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would
uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t had time to prepare a better cover and had used
her body to block the view.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
had the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.
On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to
discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of
the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would
uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t had time to prepare a better cover and had used
her body to block the view.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
had the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.
On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to
discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of
the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would
uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t had time to prepare a better cover and had used
her body to block the view.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
had the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.
On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to
discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of
the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would
uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t had time to prepare a better cover and had used
her body to block the view.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhad the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
had the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.
The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.
Fury blazed in Vivienne’s eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.
Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.
“Vivienne, let us handle this. It’s a Vanguard Agency matter,” Vance urged.
“Yeah, you head back. We didn’t see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let’s investigate this
properly,” Micah added.
Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come
from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn’t very well take harsh measures.
Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood
Vanguard Agency, they couldn’t act rashly.
But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even
though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.
Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and
Vance’s arms were dislocated.
The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.
Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.
“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”
The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.
At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage,
portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.
In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.
Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would
uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t had time to prepare a better cover and had used
her body to block the view.
She hoped she hadn’t given herself away.
Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department.
Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.
With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade
today, something that made her appear more pitiable.
Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door
slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.
Gillian’s hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.
Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the
desk.
The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals
stuck to her skin.
Gillian cried out in pain, “Who’s that?”
Looking up, she met Vivienne’s furiously enraged face.
A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself
against the desk.
“Vivienne, what are you doing!?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a
ragdoll.
But that wasn’t the end. Vivienne grabbed a tall planter nearby and hurled it at Gillian.
Gillian was terrified; the planter was so heavy it took two special agents to carry it inside. Vivienne was
lifting it with one hand!
As it came crashing towards her, Gillian scrambled away with all the human potential for survival.
Still, the planter hit her ankle.
Gillian cried, tears streaming down her face. “Vivienne, have you lost your mind? You know this is
illegal! Are you trying to kill me?”
Vivienne cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the room.
“Killing you would be too kind.”
With that, she lunged forward, pinning Gillian to the ground.
Then, the sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was
silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency.
Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute force to discipline someone. But this time, her fury was real. Only
such raw violence could quench the fire of her anger.
Gillian’s actions had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU
because of her.
To Vivienne, what Gillian did was as good as a death wish.
Gillian could barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling,
blurring her vision.
After Vivienne had her fill of slapping, she rose, dragging Gillian by the leg all the way to where Vance
was.
Throughout the ordeal, every desk, door frame, and step was acquainted with Gillian’s battered body.
The severity of her injuries was such that even Mara, upon seeing her, couldn’t empathize.
Finally, feeling the dragging stop, and with what felt like a crushed ankle, Gillian scrambled away,
pointing at a nearby column, shouting, “Don’t touch me. I’m calling the police; I’m going to have you
arrested!”
Vivienne stood to her right, looking down at her with disdain.
Vance and Micah, no longer in pain, stood to view the woman, now barely recognizable.
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“No, no, that looks like Sophia from the secretarial department!”
Vivienne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, “That’s Gillian.”
Vance winced. “What a mess. How did she end up like this?”
Micah let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s like she is completely unrecognizable now.”
Vivienne stretched her long legs out and casually rested them on the table in front of her. “So, directors,
what’s the plan about catching Gillian sneaking up to the command console on the cameras?”
Vance couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking, “Looks like you’ve already taken care of it, haven’t you?”
Micah beamed with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “You’ve done a stellar job! You’ve got your mother’s
touch, that’s for sure!” He thought.
Though they thought as much, they knew they had to maintain appearances.
“So, Gillian, care to explain yourself?” Vance asked.
Gillian knew the jig was up the moment she was questioned, but she also knew they lacked any
concrete evidence against her.
Looks like using her body to block the camera’s view was the right move after all.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything. I hit my head on the equipment, and then this bitch
had the nerve to rough me up. I can’t remember a thing. What exactly do you want me to explain?”
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