GONE WITH THE GABE!

With Adrien Agreste, 24, headlining the news due to recent issues with his wife Vivica Agreste, 23, it's strange to hear about the older male of the Agreste family for a change.

'Mode Mania' have been given the exclusive about Gabriel Agreste, 50, and his lack of recent public appearances. The once hot shot designer has been hiding an illness for over the past three years; keeping him out of the spotlight and putting him in a local medical facility. M. Agreste has been struck down with Alzheimer's disease which has developed into dementia. Family friends close to the millionaire have spoken about how '[Gabriel's] deterioration was sudden and unsuspected', with only Adrien and M. Agreste's personal assistant, Nathalie Sancoeur, 46, having known about the designer's prolonged illness.

A medical expert from Centre Hospitalier Universitaire (CHU) in Toulouse has informed us that from the information released there's a chance M. Agreste will be entering the last stages of his life, with the diseases being labelled a cancer of the brain.

No statements have been released from Agreste's son, or his assistant in regards to the famous designer's deterioration. We are sending them our prayers during this sad and uncertain time.

In other news, Lila Rossi has been let out of prison on a two million euro bail bond. It's unclear who posted bail for the 24 year-old terrorist, but with the new trial pending we wonder how Ladybug and Chat Noir will take the news of the young adults freedom.

Chat Noir has always been vocal in the past about Ms. Rossi, making Parisian's wonder if there is more to their past than what we all know with some kind of personal vendetta against each other. Ladybug and Chat Noir have been staying quiet in regards to the villainesses' new trial, keeping their heads down and out of the spotlight. When contacted through 'The Ladyblog', run by our very own reporter, Alya Cesairé, 24, both heroes have declined to comment on the situation. However, fellow hero Rena Rouge sent us a statement in honour of our heroes.

'[Ladybug and Chat Noir] are extremely professional and do not see it as appropriate to pass their views onto fellow citizens. All information they want to give regarding Lila's past terrorism will be delivered in the professional way at her trial and they will not be making any statements regarding their own political views. They would like to thank you all for the continued support, and to promise you that, even with Lila's latest release, the citizens of Paris are in no immediate danger. They will always be around to save the day.'

We will be covering Ms. Rossi's trial as it takes to the court later in the year.

•••••

"Why have you dragged me here?"

Out of all the ideas Sabine Cheng had, this would never go down as one of her greatest. With Marinette heading off to Argentina within the next week Sabine had decided to move their mother daughter day forward, obviously one mortifying afternoon together this month wasn't enough for the older Dupain-Cheng woman, she had to make it two.

"Why do you think?" She dropped her daughter a wink before letting out a small laugh.

"What you and Papa do in your own time is completely up to you, I don't want to know ... ever."

"Marinette," her mothers voice warned, as she pulled her daughter into the little lingerie boutique with a lot of kink to match the high price tags.

"Maman, seriously," Marinette hissed, "why are we here?"

The older woman smiled before heading off and into the high rails of the lingerie store.

"Can't a mother explore a lingerie shop with her daughter every now and then?"

"Normally yes, but this shop," she indicated around her before whispering, "is pretty much a s-e-x shop. Why are you so embarrassing, Maman?" She covered her face trying to hide the mortification of being in a sex shop with her mother, who was now looking between the lingerie lines and Marinette.

Oh, fuck no! Last thing she wanted to know about was if her wonderful, kind, caring Maman had a leather kink.

"Marinette, don't be such a stick in the mud. If you're going to woo Adrien you need to look the part." Sabine disappeared into the 'superhero' aisle, Marinette trailing behind her. Sabine came to a sudden stop, Marinette almost crashing into the smaller woman before noticing she'd picked up a 'Chat Noir' black and gold babydoll complete with a chain detail g-string. "This would suit your colouring, plus I know you have a thing still for Chat Noir."

If she'd been alone there was a chance Marinette would have tried it on. After all, it was gorgeous, the detailing picking up the key details of her partner's costume, but for €170 there wasn't a chance in hell she'd even touch it. There was not enough fabric to justify that price.

"Firstly," Marinette hissed, "I'm not having sex with Adrien and secondly I would never spend this type of money on lingerie."

Sabine placed the outfit back slowly before crossing her arms over her chest. The classic Cheng pout on her lips that Marinette had picked up so well over the years.

"Who made you such a prude?" Sabine asked, continuing her way through the rail upon rail of Miraculous inspired undergarments, "I understand he's still married at the moment, but Marinette, the boy practically flew out of the patisserie as soon as he heard you were in trouble. It doesn't take a genius to see there's something special there, and if it's anything like it looks, then you'd be an idiot to let it go."

Marinette was dumbfounded as she stood there staring at her mother. Everything she'd said was right. There was something special there, to her there always had been, and she wanted him. God, she wanted him so badly.

The way she always felt around him and in his arms was a comfort not everyone got to experience in life, but unlike ordinary people she managed to feel it twice, not only with Adrien but through her love for Chat Noir. A love that was just as perfect and just as warming.

She had two guys who were wonderful, who cared for her, both just wanting what's best. Chat had changed a lot since he'd gotten married. From the day she found out about the engagement he held back, yet advanced - as crazy as it sounds. His words of endearment became less frequent where his physical touch became more pronounced. He held her more, hugged her more and just wanted any form of contact with her, almost as if he was afraid she'd disappear.

"It is special," Marinette whispered, trailing her fingers over the lacey Ladybug corsets and the Ryuuko bodysuits. "It's just all so new again. We didn't speak for three years and then he comes back into my life and shakes it all up again. He's like a hurricane of emotions."

"Sometimes the scariest things are worth taking a chance sweetheart, especially when it comes to love," Sabine said, her eyes softening to her daughter. It would have been the most perfect bonding moment, if her mother was currently holding a 'Viperion' bra and French panties set ... fuckher life.

"What if it doesn't work? What if he thinks his wife is worth the fight but I'm not?" She could feel herself getting emotional and fiercely wiped under her eyes to catch any stray tears deciding to release. Taking her attention to taking the 'Viperion' lingerie out of her mother's hands and placing it back on the stand where it belonged. There was no way she'd allow her mother to wear her ex-almost-boyfriends colours as she did her father.

For fuck sake, maybe her mother was right and she did need to get laid.

"Marinette, I'm afraid sometimes you have to put yourself out there. You have to take the chance of getting hurt for greatness to happen. The worst thing you could do is shy away from chances and opportunities. If the outcome could be amazing, don't be afraid to take the first leap."

Sabine placed a hand over Marinette's before smiling and walking away, heading towards the more traditional underwear, the cuter motherly underwear, leaving Marinette in the middle of the 'come get me boy' undergarments. There were some stunning outfits - from cute to desirable to damn right 'fuck me right here right now'.

Stepping over to the central display she saw the most beautiful peach baby doll; one she could sleep in but also tease in. Deciding to take the opportunity, she removed it from the rails in her size and looked it over in detail. A small treat once in a while wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Marinette," Sabine made her way over, phone in hand. "Your father's calling me, I'll wait for you outside." Answering her mother with a quick nod, she took the babydoll to the cashier, paying for it with her special reserve funds and almost passed out when the transaction was complete. It wasn't very often she splashed out on anything, let alone on underwear, and underwear there's a chance no one would ever see.

Thanking the lady who'd placed the transaction, Marinette took the bag from her hands and began to make her way to the exit, only for a voice to freeze every bone in her body.

Two women cackled and Marinette could feel her breath leave her chest. She knew those voices, she knew those voices very, very well.

"Last night was so amazing, we should do that more often."

"Oh most certainly, but next time we need someone a little rougher. I don't know where you found Jacob but he was far too gentle."

"He was a last minute change, my original choice backed out, which is a shame really. He had his chance and he blew it."

Moving swiftly, Marinette hid in the role play area, slotting herself in the gap between the maid costumes and the schoolgirl outfits, making sure she was completely out of the eye line of Chloé Bourgeois and Vivica Agreste.

"Who was it?" Chloé asked, Marinette holding her breath as they walked past on the other side of the railing.

"Félix," Vivica responded, causing a volcano to erupt from Chloé.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Vivica's laugh that followed was both cold and calculated. One that took the woman from slightly evil to full villainess with no sight of a redemption arc and it terrified Marinette. If she was caught here, she was sure Vivica would piece two and two together. She was too smart not to, regardless of how evil she was.

"It seems the little toe rag has run underground again. He obviously thinks he's got one up on me, but he's forgotten about one thing. If he messes with me, it'll be the end of him and his cousin. One word in the wrong direction and both Félix and Gabe will go down and the company and fortune will be mine."

"Ours," Chloé corrected, "yours, mine and Lila's."

"Yeah, sure."

Marinette could tell Vivica was lying through her teeth and she prayed Chloé could see it too. As far as they were concerned, Chloé and Marinette were civil when needed to be. They weren't friends and they weren't even acquaintances, they were just two people who happened to go to school with each other, and who were both in love with Adrien, but there was no malice there now, just ignorance of each other's lifestyles. But Vivica was different. Where Chloé just happened to do the wrong thing at the wrong time, Vivica was cruel and calculated and evil laying within her, an evil similar to Lila Rossi.

"And Adrien?"

"Collateral damage. It's a shame he's mixed up in it all really, he's a nice guy." Never in her life had Marinette wanted to scream more than in that moment. How dare she say that about Adrien with everything she's doing! How dare she speak about him like that, like she almost cares.

"What are your plans for him?"

"Who? Adrien?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, he's Lila's not mine. She wants him broken and hopefully we're on the way to destroying the sunny personality he has with everyone apart from me."

Marinette began to move slowly and steadily towards the door. She didn't want to hear anymore, she just wanted to take her new underwear and head out of the shop away from the 'Mean Girls' and whatever else they had to say.

"How are you going to do that?" Chloé asked, Marinette now five steps from freedom. "Marinette?"

The raven haired woman froze, had they spotted her? Was there anyway she was getting out of this? Her heart was wildly beating in her chest, threatening to explode and break free. No, no, no, how was she going to get herself out of this?

Turning slowly, she plastered on her best smile ready to greet the two women, only to not see them anywhere in the aisle.

"Pfft! You're joking aren't you? Dupain-Cheng couldn't even place three coherent words together when they were in collége, why do you suddenly think she's the one who's going to destroy him."

She couldn't leave yet, she needed to hear what Vivica's response was. She couldn't help but think that she had been right all along, that Adrien finding out this was a trap would destroy him. Would destroy them. She felt sick!

"I have my ways, plus Lila said she was his weakness and I believe her."

Chloé snorted a laugh at Vivica's words. "Fine, believe whatever you want, just know that the baker girl can't speak to Adrien normally and Lila is the fucking Queen of lying."

Marinette had heard enough. The door opened welcoming some new shoppers into the store and she took the chance to exit. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding she made her way to her mother who was still talking to her father on the phone. The sick feeling remained in her stomach.

Destroy him? She didn't want to ever destroy him.

"Your father needs me back at the shop, is it okay to end the day here?" Sabine linked her arm through her daughter's, leading her down the street and back towards the bakery, Marinette suddenly being shaken from her slump.

"Of course, I'm tired of shopping anyway." Walking side by side with her mother, she couldn't help the clenching in her stomach from what she'd heard. This was definitely why she was always told not to eavesdrop. Having only part of a conversation was a lot worse than the whole, and this was the exact reason why.

"I see you brought something," Sabine's eyes sparkled with amusement as she noticed Marinette's bag.

"Fine," the younger woman said, "if you must know, I wanted to treat myself. Having nice underwear always gives you that extra confidence boost."

Sabine chuckled, tugging her daughter across the road and on the route back to the bakery. "Also, remember it's nice to wear matching underwear in case you're ever hit by a bus."

The two women laughed as they made their way back to the bakery, neither mentioning the underwear, Adrien or anything else about Marinette's life, and she was grateful for the reprieve.

Once home, Marinette decided to go head up to her room and start on the commission for Luka and Jagged Stone. She knew Jagged's usual flamboyant style so decided to start on his costume before turning her attention to Fang's and finally heading onto Luka's.

Penny had sent their sizes through the afternoon after she'd spoken to Luka, and she couldn't help but notice her long time friend had changed a little in shape, which of course caused her to Instagram stalk, which in turn ended with her on Adrien's personal profile, stalking back on posts over five years old. To say she only managed to write their details on a design page before calling it quits for the night would be a major exaggeration. She may have only managed Luka and Jagged.

Finding her sketchbook, she turned through to the horrendously blank pages and placed her airpods in, hoping that listening to 'A Wish Too Far'once again would help with the mood of the outfits. She knew the 'Brit Awards' were a big deal so she wanted to make sure that when they went out to perform they looked 'the shit'.

An hour later and Marinette was happy with the progress, Jagged's jacket was done and led directly onto some ideas ready for Fang. She just needed to come up with something for Luka and his new toned body. Seriously, the guy must have been hitting the gym as hard as Adrien was, who knows, maybe they were on the same action plan.

Thinking about Adrien, once more, she applauded herself for going a whole hour without him injecting himself into her thoughts. She hadn't spoken to him since the day of the fire alarm, but that didn't mean she hadn't thought about him, about the way she felt so warm, safe and secure in his arms. How having him there made her feel safe and invincible. He'd come back with her that evening, helping to move some of her valuables and to just make sure she was okay.

They hadn't kissed again, and she was gutted.

He hadn't even made the slightest move on her, just acting as his usual amazingly caring self, seeing her needs and comfort as priority. Had he never thought a kiss would be a need and a comfort for her?

He'd stayed for dinner, courtesy of her parents, then left with a goodbye and a quick kiss on the cheek telling her to call him if she needed anything. She needed him, but she wasn't sure asking him for 'favours' would be the right way to go, not yet anyway, especially as it seemed she was being used to 'destroy him'.

Looking to where she'd thrown her bag when she'd arrived home earlier, she headed over and removed her new garment from its confines, taking it and hanging it over her wardrobe. She pulled out her phone and took a picture to send to Alya. Hopefully seeing Marinette wanting to wear something other than granny panties would cheer her friend up a little.

Marinette
Would you fuck me wearing this?

Marinette laughed as she sent the message. Alya would get a laugh out of that, maybe responding about getting pregnant like her and that she would be asking for it wearing something like this. Maybe she'd even have a stab at her about Adrien, forcing her to make sure she packed it in her bag for Argentina. She giggled again heading back to her sketch pad and tidying the desk. There wasn't a chance she'd be doing anything else today, so she may as well call it quits before she messed up what she'd already accomplished.

Her phone buzzed against the table. Excitement and adrenaline moved her to pick up the little electronic device, different scenarios playing about what Alya might have said. Picking up the phone her body froze, the message wasn't from Alya, and the preview was causing her heart to glitch. Hands shaking, she opened up the phone.

Adrien
I don't think the colour would suit me, but I would definitely like to see it on you.

She read the message; one, twice, three times ... unable to decide whether she should laugh or cry.

•••••

"Have you checked Adrien's body for tan lines?" A voice called. The ex-model once again being twisted and turned, photographed and dusted with bronzing powder as the bright light in the studio reflected off his body.

"Yeah, he's fine. Has anyone checked Christopher?"

"He's just getting changed now."

Adrien was currently having a fitting of the tiniest Speedo he'd ever seen. Not only was he worried about his cahonas but also about what a knob he was going to look like wearing them on the big screen.

Apparently Daniel Craig had done it for one of the most recent Bond films meaning it was okay for him. It wasn't like Adrien had any issues showing his body. He knew it was okay, the hours spent in the gym never lied, but he didn't want his package on display for the whole world to gawk at. And worst of all, he'd have to sit and look at himself in the movie theatre.

"Now, this is how you wear a Speedo." Christopher strode out of the changing room, leaving very little to the imagination. His hips swinging and body oozing confidence. This man was something else.

"What do you think, Agreste? Will Mini Mari like it?"

'Mini Mari' the name Christopher had started using since Prague when referring to Marinette, and Adrien hated it. Not only was it a truly shit nickname, he also didn't know her enough (in Adrien's opinion) to give her such a thing.

"I'm sure she'll despise it." Adrien smiled before moving to the seamstress.

"Ouch! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

And wasn't that just a fact!

Nino had once again decided to join Adrien last night, positioning himself with Adrien in the middle of the night and pushing said male onto the wrong side of the bed. It took him half an hour to wash the cheese smell out of his hair this morning, his poor coconut shampoo ran down to its last dregs.

Saved by the bell, Adrien's phone signalled a message. Excusing himself from the costume department, he headed for his changing room to remove the Speedo and check who was messaging him.

Marinette

Score!

Pulling up the message, he was suddenly incredibly happy he'd taken himself away and into his own private changing area.

Marinette
Would you fuck me wearing this?

"Hell yeah," Adrien said, removing the tiny swimwear and placing on his own boxers, his 'manhood' slightly larger than when he took them off an hour ago.

Plagg flew beside Adrien and rolled his eyes. "You, my friend, are turning into a pervert."

"Oh shut it, it's not my fault Marinette doesn't know how to use grammer" Adrien said, taking one last glimpse of the most sexual underwear he'd ever seen before moving to place on his tee and jeans. "She must have thought she'd set it to Alya. She had sent the message to the wrong person numerous times when we were in collège. Just another Marinette catastrophe." He laughed, finding his jacket to sling on over his tee.

"What if it was done on purpose? Maybe she wants some 'loving' in Argentina."

Adrien looked at his kwami, puzzled and rather disgusted. Never ever had the kwami spoken about anything more than kissing, and to bring Marinette up in that way, well, he was repulsed..

"Well, I don't want her to feel embarrassed about this." He tapped his thumbs on the side of his phone as he thought about what to reply.

He was going to be a gentleman, so texting 'put it on and bend over' wouldn't exactly give her the impression he wanted.

Adrien
I don't think the colour would suit me, but I would definitely like to see it on you.

There ... not so much pervert ... but still flirty.

A perfect mix!

Continuing with his clothing, he sat down to slip on his trainers and concentrated on tying them tightly, the whole time feeling as though something - or someone - was watching him.

"Say it," he demanded without looking up.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The little black kwami said, face full of mischief as he flew in search for his next meal.

Sitting up, Adrien crossed his arms over his chest and raised one eyebrow. If Plagg wanted a 'stubborn' off, then that's what he'd fucking get!

Neither moved and both rarely blinked, burying their glares into each other's eyes - teasing and prodding for one to break first. Plagg wasn't budging so Adrien knew he had to pull out the big guns. Taking a prism of cheese from his bag, he began to rip pieces off and throw them in the bin. His eyes remained firmly on Plagg at all times.

The kwami began to sweat, his eyes flickering every now and then to the tiny bits of cheese being thrown in the bin right in front of him. Adrien had gone savage.

"Fine, fine, you win!" The kwami cried, "just, I beg, stop hurting my beloved."

Adrien raised an eyebrow indicating Plagg to continue.

"I was just going to say that I think you're wrong ..."

"I'm ... wrong?"

"Yeah," Plagg said, hovering around but not looking Adrien in the eye. "The colour would be a perfect match for your eyes, and the thong would be perfect for your tush."

Grabbing the nearest thing to him, Adrien launched the Speedo in Plagg's direction only for the kwami to phase through them and into Adrien's bag. A cackling following in his wake.

"Fucking menace!"

The Speedo sailed through the air just as the door opened and Blaise stepped into the room, full Speedo smacking him in the face.

The director grabbed the object from his head, looked at it and threw it to the ground.

"Oh my God, you've just thrown your goddamn crotch in my face!" He made the crucial mistake of licking his lips before wincing and rubbing his fingers against his tongue. "What the fuck did you do in those?"

Adrien rolled his eyes, obviously he hadn't been doing anything, but if something had accidently split whilst looking at the underwear picture Marinette had sent him ... well he was only human after all.

"What do you want?" Adrien said as he grabbed his bag, swinging it over his shoulder and heading towards the doorway, Blaise stepped aside to let Adrien out first.

"We're finalising travel details if you want to come along."

"Do I have a choice?" Adrien asked.

"Like hell you do," Blaise smacked Adrien on the shoulder guiding him towards the meeting in the conference room on the other side of the building.

Adrien greeted a couple of others before taking a seat next to Blaine's wife, Esmée, giving her a quick one armed hug before settling back into his own chair.

"Now as you know when travelling we can't have you all on the same plane in case something happens. So, we've got three flights heading out. One Wednesday and then two separate ones on Thursday."

"I can't do Wednesday," Adrien spoke up. He had the photoshoot with Ladybug for Max on Wednesday and there was not a chance he was missing out on that. It'd been a while since he'd seen the lady in her super suit.

"Good job you're going on Thursday then." Blaise responded, the table laughing and Adrien physically deflating - thank God he didn't have to try and explain that one. Adrien laughed along with them, a simple shrug of the shoulders as people laughed at him. He was Chat Noir, people laughed at him most of the time, nothing fazed him anymore.

"Thursday's first flight will have Adrien, myself, Nicholas, Demetri, Suzanna, Nicole, Jessica and Ralph. Then the second will have Christopher, Patricia, Richard, Jack, Delila and Marinette. So, when we get there -"

"Marinette's on a different flight to me?" Adrien interrupted Blaise, confused why his friend and his dresser was on a different flight.

"Is that a problem?" Blaise's eyebrow rose in question, Adrien running through possible reasons for his outburst.

"No, I was just surprised, that's all."

"Blame me," Christopher said, "I requested it."

Adrien could hear his teeth grinding together as he continued to listen to the breakdown of the weeks they were away. Filming, photo shoots, interviews and a gala. It was pretty much non-stop with tight time limits. Meaning he had very little time to 'woo' Marinette - damn it! And missing out on the flight was a major back step to his (not yet made) plan.

The room began to clear leaving Adrien alone with Christopher, the latter obviously understanding from Adrien's outburst that he wasn't exactly happy.

"I'm not going to touch her, I promise." Christopher broke the uncomfortable silence, Adrien tilting his head to look at the world famous actor.

"Can I trust you to look after her? She's very important to me."

"And if I don't?" Christopher wasn't challenging him. He'd gone head to head with enough people to know what challenging felt like. It was more a question of curiosity.

"I'm not a decent guy when I'm angry. Sometimes my emotions can win out. See you next week." Sliding the bag over his shoulder once more he walked out the room and grabbed his phone.

Marinette
That was meant for Alya, I'm so sorry.

He laughed before composing his response.

Adrien
Would you hold it against me if I said that was the most action I've had in years?

He looked around the car park, trying to find Gorilla who was coming to take him to see Gabriel. With Adrien heading out of the country for two weeks there was a chance Gabriel wouldn't still be around by the time he arrived home.

Marinette
Never! Would you hold it against me if you knew I'd never worn anything like it before?

She'd never worn something like that before? Well that needed to change. She was beautiful and with the outfit she'd chosen, whoever eventually got to see it would be one lucky person.

Adrien
Would you hold it against me if I said I wanted to be the one to see it?

Finally finding the silver sedan, Adrien headed over and climbed into the back of the car, signalling Gorilla to start the journey. It was time to say 'goodbye' to Gabriel Agreste.

•••••

Adrien heard the arguing before he reached his father's room. Two female voices loudly voicing their own opinions, the noise spreading out into the hallway. Not wanting to interrupt Adrien hovered outside the doorway, listening in on the conversation.

"What do you mean she's not there anymore?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"Has she moved to his house?"

"No, I've checked multiple times. There's no sign."

Moving closer Adrien attempted to look in the window, trying his hardest to see in through the frosted glass. The voices were panicked. A panicked tone he'd only ever heard in the face of danger.

"You must find her or else what's the point?"

"You know exactly what the point is!" A male voice suddenly dominated the conversation. "Adrien has it now so at least it's safe."

"You wish! You have no idea what you're dealing with?"

"She's never defeated me yet, and it's not going to happen this time." Gabriel sounded in his right mind which terrified Adrien. Whoever was in the room with Gabriel, if they didn't know the ins and outs, was about to make everything he was working for more complicated than originally believed. His plan did not allow for any 'additional' people.

Pulling his phone from his pocket and ignoring the reply from Marinette, he flicked through for his voice recorder, grappling to get the last bit of the conversation.

"Adrien has what he needs to allow him to succeed. The endgame must be reached with or without her."

"They have additional allies. I've seen them, the American heroes. I've also heard rumours about Ladydragon returning too."

"They won't allow it to end with the others. There's too much at stake for everyone, Ladybug and Chat Noir wouldt want to finish this fight themselves without harming anyone else."

"Dammit!"

"Have you got all the information I've given you?"

"It's in the safe, only to be opened if you die before this finishes."

"Good."

Ending the recording, Adrien placed the phone back into his pocket and headed for the door. He'd send the recording to Jess later and see if she could make sense of what was being said. Taking a breath he pushed the door open, ending face to face with Gabriel, Nathalie and Vivica.

The only positive thing was, there was no one new.

"Brandon, it's lovely to see you again. How's your sister?"

"Father," Adrien greeted, his 'loving son' act in fullforce. He turned to the other women in the room, greeting them too. "Nathalie, Vivica."

The two women nodded in welcome before leaving the room themselves, obviously a little shaken by Adrien's unknown arrival. Once the door closed he turned back to his father, waiting for the old man to speak, instead the old man climbed into his bed and went to sleep. Not a word more spoken to his son.

Leaning back in the chair, Adrien pulled out his phone bringing up the message from Marinette.

This time there was no text, just the picture of a body wearing the outfit. A body he was sure belonged to Marinette Dupain-Cheng.