The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 143

By the time the semis managed to move out of the way, Vivienne and Percival were already out of sight.

On the way back to Bay Estates, Leopold called. ‘Percival, what’s the situation?”

“We lost them.” Percival responded, his face pale from blood loss. “Did you catch anyone?”

“We were too late. Leopold replied bitterly, “They had already left by the time we got there. But they left one of the semis behind. We might get something from it.”

“Alright, they fired shots.” Percival said quietly, “We should have the car towed and check where the bullets came from.”

“They shot at you?” Leopold immediately became anxious. “Are you both okay?”

“I took a bullet to the left arm. Percival replied before hanging up and leaning back against the seat.

“What’s wrong?” Vivienne asked, noticing his face was growing paler. It was even slightly blue. Given the amount of blood he had lost, this didn’t make sense.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the blood seeping from Percival’s wound was a dark purple color. This had been masked by his black shirt earlier

“The bullet was likely poisoned.’ Percival murmured with his eyes still closed.

earlier?! Vivienne quickly gave him a life-saving pill

the car.

Percival sighed, his main concem had been Vivienne’s safety, especially since their

happened to the life-saving pills I gave you?” Vivienne asked, her brows

needed them

given all the life-saving pills Vivienne had given him to Leopold to distribute among his team,

just

that Percival had sustained a gunshot wound, they couldn’t go to the hospital. It would raise too many

had stealthily parked the now unrecognizable car in the underground parking lot, Vivienne used a car cover to hide the bullet holes. Then she helped

in the apartment, Vivienne had Percival remove his shirt to reveal his muscular upper body. She inspected

Wolf venom!

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quickly retrieved an antidote for Percival

whole arm would have

taking the antidote,

the bullet. She checked the medical supplies she had brought. “I don’t have any anesthetics. This

“Okay.” Percival nodded.

surgical knife to cut through the muscle of Percival’s left arm. Dark purple blood gushed out. She quickly inserted a few silver needles

sound. But the fine beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed the amount

a look, then used a pair of tweezers to remove the bullet and place it on

had been drained, Percival’s left

normal color.

is problematic. The medicine I have