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.

her own mother, hadn’t noticed

could Vivienne, whom he had met only once,

Mr. B’s expression, Vivienne knew

glanced at Percival with a touch of exasperation,

head, showing empathy, “You’ve worked

we stay on task, please? This is a mission, not

jaw, “That’s quite enough,

she swiftly launched a silver needle from

with a thud, he knelt helplessly

displeases me,” Vivienne’s eyes glinted

his gun tighter but knew better

even Leopold, Mr.

bullet. And even if hit by

of the question.

you didn’t actually think you’d

paused, suddenly realizing

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

with a message from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison detected,

phone, “Leopold, take

handcuffing him with the restraints he had learned to carry

My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change your appearance, you

B froze upon

It all made sense.

on his flawless disguise,

the Emerald Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian, whose

had she ever offered such services. So how did

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

how skilled you are, you can’t imitate

exceeded even her master’s. Finnian often remarked she was a rare

forbidden from reading

had heeded her master’s warning and refrained from

read fortunes, Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic

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