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

father is a rapist, so you quickly found

pay attention to

Chapter 133

eye on her Twitter post,

someone tried to hack her Twitter account and delete the

fingers, once again, swiftly danced

the online world. They were tracking and counter-tracking

smile on her

fascinated by. She was full of spirit and unconstrained, as though she had everything

party was cornered.

room of the

“Damn it!”

as his laptop suddenly froze. The screen went

all his belongings, erased his

There were only a few in the world

the

helper hired by

he felt like this was against the top hacker

Shadow Wolf was elusive and hard to hire.

could.

He didn’t go

in the shadows to observe. Sure enough,

Club in the

soon as

into the dark corner of the street and walked away. Just as he was

voice full of authority and a hint of old age came through.

for a moment and then replied, “It’s just

like him shouldn’t leave

he had deleted and completely destroyed that segment of surveillance

The person on the other end

He remained silent.

other end chuckled. “It seems you’ve met your match. Good, stay in Havenwood

He coldly responded, “Yes.”

my greatest creation. If you lose, you

up the phone, his pale

the consequences. A failed creation could

Bay Estates.

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