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    Marissa and Connor eagerly peered over Lawrence’s shoulder, anticipating a glimpse of the enigmatic woman. However, when Lawrence entered his passcode, an alert message blinked onto the screen:


    “Sorry, but your ount doesn’t exist. Please ensure your ount is correct.”


    Lawrence’s eyes widened in disbelief. He meticulously checked his ount several times, convinced he had entered it correctly. He tried again, but the same frustrating message shed up.


    Finally, Lawrence sighed, crestfallen. “My ount has been canceled.”


    “It’s alright, Lawrence. I can try reaching Auntie with my ount,” Lindsay stepped in, offering a glimmer of hope.


    With steady hands, she typed in her ount and passcode, only to be met with the same disheartening message.


    Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she sighed, “My ount has also been canceled.”


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    Marissa calmly pulled out her phone, determined to investigate what had happened to Lawrence’s and Lindsay’s ounts. But her efforts were in vain. Someone had wiped everything clean.


    Unfazed, Marissa knew these mysterious individuals were thorough enough to erase any trace, just as they had managed to bring Lawrence and Lindsay to her undetected.


    Seeing the kids’ disappointed faces, Marissa knelt to console them. “Don’t worry. Your old ounts may be gone, but you can always create new ones.”


    Lawrence sighed deeply. “It’s not just about losing the ount. I’m bummed because I can’t contact my friends anymore.”


    Marissa was taken aback; she never expected the kids could forge friendships through their cell phones. It seemed they still retained a semnce of their freedom back then.


    With a sigh, Lindsay said, “Before sending us off to board the ship, Auntie told us to sever all ties with our past and everyone in it, including her. Turns out she meant it.”


    “Do you miss her a lot?” Marissa asked.


    “Yeah.” The kids nodded in unison.


    “Did she treat you well?” Marissa inquired.


    “Yeah, she did,” Lawrence responded. “She cooked for us, tucked us in, and told us bedtime stories.”


    “Auntie also braided my hair and bought us clothes and shoes,” Lindsay added.


    Marissa’s eyes narrowed in thought. It seemed the woman was primarily responsible for their daily care and hadn’t mistreated them. Marissa had already given the kids thorough checkups. Everything was normal—they were healthy, and there were no chips found in their bodies.


    She suspected that behind this womany a shadowy organization with some secretive agenda. She remembered the day she brought the kids back. They told her their names were 2/001 and 7/002, clearly code names.


    Given they were identified by codes, there might be other children and members within this organization besides Lawrence and Lindsay.


    Marissa was baffled, wondering why the kids had never encountered anyone except the mysterious woman. Were they raised in istion? Did this have something to do with Q? If so, Marissa doubted she could find the answer quickly. Q would only spill the beans if shepleted the tasks he’d set for her.


    Untangling this mess would take time. And worrying wouldn’t help; it would only add to her stress. Thankfully, the kids were in good health. With that thought, Marissa’s face lit up with a joyful smile.


    She told the kids, “Since Auntie asked you to let go of the past, do it. From now on, you’ll have Dad, Mom, Great-grandma, and a ton of family members who love you. You’ll be happy.”


    The kids nodded in perfect harmony, looking as obedient as ever.


    Suddenly, Marissa’s phone pinged with a new message. She nced at the caller ID and saw it was from Silver Fox, who hadn’t shown up in Blebert as nned. “Help me, ck Snake! Bad news!”


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