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.

Cordelia, her own mother, hadn’t

Vivienne, whom he had met only once, possibly

Mr. B’s expression, Vivienne knew he

exasperation, “Mr. Wolf, I told you they

tenderly rubbed her head, showing empathy,

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

clenched his jaw,

knitted together as she swiftly

vanished, and with a thud,

I’m speaking with Mr. Wolf, do not interrupt. It displeases me,” Vivienne’s eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already

tighter but knew

whether it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr.

if hit by chance, Mr. B

useless, escape was out of the question. He

didn’t actually think you’d get the chance to pull the trigger, did

B paused, suddenly realizing

looked at Vivienne’s smug face and understood that he had been drugged and

with a message from Thomas: [Subject is secure,

pocketed his phone, “Leopold, take him

Mr. B, handcuffing him with the restraints he had learned to carry

you change your appearance, you can’t fool her eyes. Did you

froze upon hearing Leopold’s

It all made sense.

his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen

a disciple of the renowned Finnian,

extensive research had shown that Vivienne did not practice phrenology, nor had she ever offered such services. So how

looked up at Vivienne, forcing a smile, “You’ve played along with my charade for quite some time. It seems we must refine our

how skilled you are, you can’t imitate the warmth in Astrid’s eyes. The face

her master’s. Finnian often remarked she was a

of twenty-five, she was forbidden from reading

heeded her master’s warning and refrained from

bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic

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