The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Scott had mulled over the idea of bringing Brody into the fold more than once, but the folks he had sent out to extend the olive branch had all met untimely ends, and a few had even vanished without a trace, their bones yet to be found.

Those in the know about Brody understood one thing clearly: He was not beholden to any organization. It all hinged on whether he was interested, and no one could force his hand to save or snuff a life.

Calista sucked in a sharp breath, the memory of Brody’s brutal methods during her treatment sending a shiver down her spine.

Scott exhaled slowly. “You should head back. Get the job done as soon as you can. Once you’re back with the Brooks family, don’t breathe a word of seeing me. You know what’s at stake.”

“Yes, I understand.” Calista quickly rose, snatching her purse and scurrying out the door.

The room lapsed into a moment of silence as Scott leaned back on the couch, a frown creasing his forehead.

He had overplayed his cards this time.

Vivienne had played him like a fiddle.

The lab had been a pet project of the boss, meticulously overseen to completion. Neither sensor probes nor thermal imagers could detect an exit.

Vivienne had been calm, deliberately cryptic.

And with his cover blown, he had mistakenly thought the lab’s location had been compromised.

To think he had actually led Vivienne and Percival straight to the lab.

What a blunder.

Scott chuckled wryly, a shade of melancholy crossing his face as he murmured, “As expected from your daughter, Karen.”

At Percival’s private clinic, Vivienne treated two children whose lives had been hung by a thread.

Thankfully, they were regaining vitality, and their hearts were beginning to regenerate.

With close observation over the next few days, they could be discharged.

children’s parents had been located

to be spitting images of each other?” Leopold peered through the glass of the incubator at the two

smacked his head. “Ever

back of his head. “Vivienne, you

just plain dumb,” A man and a

taken aback, eyed the pair—Vivienne and the unwilling-to-admit-it Percival. “Alright, a

looked every bit the intelligent beauty in her white

His wife was beautiful in

approached. “Percival, the

“Yasmine, Natalia.”

voice

her mid-thirties, dressed simply yet

together. We need to be

in a suit, none other than Yuri Perez, the fourth son of the old man Jasper, who

parents,” Yuri said as he supported Zelda, politeness in his eyes despite

here. Have a look, but they can’t leave just

to let Yuri and

report she had not yet passed on. Revealing their suffering to

bear to see a mother’s

It’s all my fault.” Zelda’s tears streamed down the glass as she

react, caught her. “Zelda,

to their moment, relieved that the children’s

the hospital, Percival’s expression was serious. Vivienne

feel like I’ve seen that Yuri somewhere before.

I

the first time she laid eyes on Yuri, she felt as if she had known him long ago, and

out Vivienne’s name from behind.

so I…” Yuri said

She had planned to discuss the situation with Yuri the next day to give him time to digest

a rueful smile. “They must’ve

holding hands, Yuri said awkwardly, “Erm,

you think?” Percival