The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 133

Vivienne had watched the entire sequence of Dorian’s arrest, from the moment he stepped into the motel and into the room booked by Arabella to the moment he was taken away by the police. It was a shame that the motel’s cameras didn’t capture what was happening.

She had watched the footage from the past few days over and over again, but other than Arabella booking the room alone, she found no other suspicious figures or potential leads.

Unsatisfied, she hacked into every surveillance camera along Arabella’s route to the motel, tracing all the way back to the bustling East District’s Urban Village.

Arabella had come from there, but the Urban Village was lacking in surveillance cameras.

Most of them were broken.

She thought for a moment and reviewed the surveillance footage around the area a day earlier. Then she saw Arabella, barefoot and bruised, fleeing from the Urban Village to a bus

stop

The surveillance footage at the bus stop had been deleted.

Vivienne smirked as her fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard. The deleted footage from the bus stop was quickly recovered.

She saw a man in a black suit whose face was obscured. Only his back was visible.

“This guy” Percival frowned, staring at the man’s figure in the video..

“Do you recognize him? Vivienne raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure. The back looks somewhat familiar, but it’s hard to say without seeing his face,” replied Percival.

Vivienne didn’t say anything. She simply took a screenshot of the man’s figure, edited the image, and posted it on Twitter.

The caption was one word. “Running?”

As soon as she tweeted it, the comment section exploded with people leaving messages.

“Excuse me, Ms. Hawthorn, or should I say, Master Q. How does it feel knowing your father is a rapist?”

“That figure doesn’t look like Percival. Is Vivienne implying she’s cheating?”

who almost raped your sister, and you still have time to post pictures of

father is a rapist, so you quickly found a new

pay attention to these internet

Chapter 133

on her Twitter post, waiting for

to hack her Twitter account

as her slender fingers, once again, swiftly danced on

played a cat-and-mouse game with her opponent in the online world. They were tracking and counter-tracking back and forth, like a war without

her lips

was fascinated by. She was full of spirit and unconstrained,

was cornered. Vivienne had completely shattered their

private room of the Golden

“Damn it!”

man watched as his laptop suddenly froze. The screen went black, leaving

motherboard, grabbed all his belongings, erased his

top-notch. There were only a few in the world who could beat him,

was the other

a helper hired

impressive hacker in a long time. The last time he

as he knew, Shadow Wolf was elusive

could.

He didn’t go

to observe. Sure

the Golden Club

and run as soon as he

the street and walked away. Just as he was leaving,

full of authority and a hint of old age came

a moment and then replied, “It’s

person like him shouldn’t leave any suspicious images. But

He was sure he had deleted and completely destroyed that

on the other end seemed

He remained silent.

“It seems you’ve met your match. Good, stay in Havenwood and

He coldly responded, “Yes.”

my greatest creation. If

his pale face looking

course, he knew the consequences. A failed creation could

Bay Estates.

handed Vivienne a glass of water. He had sent a message to Leopold to catch the