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.

surprise, the recent bed-and-breakfast booking was

in his black trench coat and

said, his voice as soothing

lowered. Scott was head of the Brooks family. After some digging, Rowan knew the Brooks family did not possess the potion. Even if they did, they were enemies

clad in a floral blouse typical of the village women, fan in hand, and offered a naive smile, “Mr. Brooks, your room is ready. Shall we head to the beach

and followed Rowan

as he reached the doorstep, his stride halted

air is quite

the village,” Rowan

said,

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

rang out; Rowan’s shoulder bled profusely, though he managed to dodge

her fan, revealing a sharp dagger at its

next moment, Scott kicked her

flailing, unable

wicker chair in

me? Forgotten who trained you in

not just in ability but also in

at Scott, “You… You’re

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

duped;

“There’s only

Bang!

end;

their surprise, it

a mocking smile. “Mr. Brooks, long

his hand where the bullet had

find me?” He asked

in her hand, then stashed it in

“Who do you think tipped you off about their

Scott was taken aback.

fishing, and he

officers in a flash; Rowan and Ismene were escorted out as everyone cornered Scott

“The issues between father

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