Chapter 100: Face the Villainess
Ten minutes after Vivian’s party set off, the carriage was away from the Power Plant, parked outside Willow Alley near the residential area. It was surrounded by a dozen Moore agents—the elite guards of the Conglomerate—while another dozen were sweeping the nearby streets under the leadership of Logan. In the carriage, Vivian sat waiting along with Morris and Voros, who was visibly hostile to Morris.
After chatting about the refined arts and the revolutionary ideas Morris had in his mind, Vivian was convinced that Morris is the Da Vinci of this world, a man who had visions of flying with wings, gliding with sheets and sticks, and sailing in metal boats.
Unlike her, he didn’t know where to start with most of his ideas, but as Vivian was aware, all he needed was an assortment of fine materials and advanced craftsmanship. She had all that, and she could provide a lot of resources for trials and errors. Still, Vivian learned the hard way not to accept all those who come to her without actual proof of their work.
But just as Morris wanted to show Vivian some of his sketches, Logan opened the carriage door.
"We got them."
He moved off the door, and Vivian could see what was behind him. Seven men, with bruised and hurt bodies, dressed in simple clothing, holding their hats and leaning against one another as they were receiving help from the Moore Agents. Behind them and up against a wall, the agents lined up a few thug-like individuals with dangerous faces and unsettling tattoos.
Logan got both the workers and the thugs.
"Nice work. Is that all our men?" Vivian asked.
"Yes, my lady. No one is badly injured, but I don’t think they can come to work tonight," Logan said and looked at them. "We found some of them getting hit and humiliated by those villains."
"Those fools? Thugs like them give real villains a bad name," Vivian said with obvious disdain.
"Here she goes again!" Logan rolled his eyes and walked away to deal with the situation.