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?”

your sister, and you still have

Ellington family call off the wedding because your father is a rapist, so

didn’t pay attention to

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kept an eye on her Twitter post, waiting

minutes, someone tried to hack her Twitter account

as her slender fingers, once

with her opponent in the online world. They were tracking and counter-tracking back and

on her

was full of spirit and

the other party was cornered. Vivienne had completely shattered their

rooftop private room of the Golden

“Damn it!”

screen went black, leaving only Vivienne’s screenshot and one

his laptop, destroyed the motherboard, grabbed all his belongings, erased his traces, and quickly

the world who could beat him, let alone track him

the

a helper hired by

The last time he

knew, Shadow Wolf was elusive and hard to hire. He didn’t

could.

He didn’t go

but hid in the shadows to observe. Sure enough, two

Club in the

decisively and run as soon as he was located,

away. Just as

a voice full of authority and a hint of old

moment and then

like him shouldn’t leave any suspicious

very skilled person. He was sure he had deleted and completely

The person on the other end seemed

He remained silent.

met your match.

He coldly responded, “Yes.”

my greatest

up the phone, his pale face looking even

he knew the consequences. A failed creation could only be

Bay Estates.

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