The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 429

Astrid eyed the laboratory entrance before her, the very threshold of a top-secret national research facility she had once infiltrated with Vivienne.

A sly grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she pressed the button on the remote.

A gust of wind swept by, yet nothing ensued.

Disbelief etched across Astrid’s features as she jabbed the button several more times, her expression darkening with each futile attempt.

Suddenly, she whipped out a gun, spinning around with a swift motion.

Vivienne, along with Percival and Leopold who was bemused, emerged from behind her.

Astrid showed no signs of panic; instead, a calm detachment washed over her.

“Figures, you’re not one to fall for tricks so easily,” Astrid declared, wielding the gun in one hand while discarding the useless remote with the other.

A flicker of regret crossed her gaze as she looked at Vivienne, “Had you joined us, our victory would’ve been assured by now.”

Vivienne’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her smile broad and radiant. “Your disguise is pathetic, Mr. B.”

Mr. B, now unmasked as the impostor, gave a nonchalant shrug, making no move to remove his mask, “When did you catch on?”

Vivienne pondered for a moment, “Around the time I stumbled upon Scott, perhaps?”

Vivienne then let out a derisive chuckle, “You were too naive.”

Mr. B’s eyebrows rose inquisitively, “Impossible. You’d never interacted with me when you blew Scott’s cover!”

A laugh escaped Vivienne, “Once wasn’t enough?”

Mr. B’s pupils constricted, still puzzled.

Before impersonating Astrid to get close to Vivienne, Mr. B had thoroughly researched his target. With the help of Alfred, the bumbling fool, Mr. B knew every minute detail of Astrid’s life – from her catchphrases to her subtlest expressions and mannerisms.

mother, hadn’t

whom he had met

expression, Vivienne knew

a touch of exasperation, “Mr. Wolf, I told you they

showing

task, please? This is a mission, not a time for public

clenched his jaw, “That’s quite enough,

knitted together as she swiftly

legs vanished, and with a thud,

me,” Vivienne’s eyes glinted

gun tighter but knew better

whether it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B stood no chance of a

And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would be

legs rendered useless, escape was out of the question. He needed to

hesitation, wore a subtle smirk, “Mr. B, you didn’t actually think you’d get the chance to

B paused, suddenly realizing his fingers were

that he had

from Thomas: [Subject is

phone, “Leopold, take

him with the restraints he had learned to

” My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change your appearance, you can’t fool her eyes. Did you really think you

B froze upon

It all made sense.

had prided himself on his flawless disguise, yet

Monastery, a disciple of the renowned

had she ever offered such services. So how did she discern Mr. B’s true

forcing a smile, “You’ve played along with my charade for quite some

finger, “No matter how skilled you are, you can’t imitate the warmth in Astrid’s eyes. The face reflects the

phrenology exceeded even her master’s. Finnian often

of twenty-five, she was forbidden

warning and refrained

she couldn’t read fortunes, Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts

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