The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 398

After getting Anna settled, Vivienne received another message from Matthew.

[Vivienne, Scott’s found Rowan and Ismene!]

A sly smile curled Vivienne’s ruby lips.

That Scott never did sit still. Fresh from nabbing the potion, now he was off cleaning house.

Truly a loyal hound for GTO.

Vivienne glanced up, her gaze laced with intrigue as she eyed Percival, her voice dripping with seduction, “Mr. Wolf, there’s a show worth catching. Care to join?”

Percival’s lips curved subtly as he said, “Sounds good.”

…

In a quaint village in the suburbs of Rivenwood.

Rowan and Ismene had been masquerading as locals, too scared to show their faces.

They feared not only Vivienne and Percival.

Just the name Mr. B was enough to send shivers down their spines.

Their betrayal of the organization was no secret now. If found, they were as good as dead.

They managed a farmhouse turned bed-and-breakfast, frequented by those seeking the rustic charm of country living, basically hiding in plain sight. Who would suspect that these simple farmers were assassins trained by GTO?

A sleek black SUV pulled up to the farmhouse, a reservation made days in advance.

Donning simple clothes and a straw hat, Rowan approached with a basket of apples.

“Mr. Brooks, I presume,” Rowan said, sizing up the man before him.

Indeed, it was the missing patriarch of the Brooks family, Scott.

Although in hiding, Rowan and Ismene kept abreast of city affairs – one must always be ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

their surprise, the recent bed-and-breakfast booking

the epitome of elegance in his black trench coat and finely

I called a few days ago,” Scott said,

the Brooks family did not possess the potion. Even if they did, they

and offered a naive smile, “Mr. Brooks, your room is ready. Shall

nodded and followed

as he reached the doorstep, his

air is

village,” Rowan replied

said, “I wonder how easy it

his hand already reaching into the basket, but before he could draw his weapon,

out; Rowan’s shoulder bled profusely, though

fan, revealing a sharp dagger

next moment, Scott kicked her away,

legs flailing, unable

wicker chair in the yard, meticulously cleaning his

ambush me? Forgotten who trained

one had to be skilled not just in ability but also in the art of

gaped at Scott,

squarely at Rowan’s forehead, saying, “There’s no need to dirty Mr. B’s

realized they had been duped; they had not

turned fierce, “There’s only

Bang!

for the end; Ismene trembled

to their surprise, it was

with a gun and a mocking smile. “Mr. Brooks, long

the bullet had passed through, was

you find me?” He

it in Percival’s pocket. She preferred her

“Who do you think tipped you off

Scott was taken aback.

fishing, and he

Ismene were escorted out as everyone cornered Scott

Vivienne. “The issues between father and daughter, we’ll settle

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