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

he had met only once, possibly see through

expression, Vivienne knew he

glanced at Percival with a touch of exasperation, “Mr. Wolf, I

tenderly rubbed her head, showing

with a note of seriousness, “Can we stay on task, please? This is a mission, not a time for public displays

jaw, “That’s quite enough,

together as she swiftly launched a silver needle

and with a thud,

do not interrupt. It displeases me,” Vivienne’s eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a

his gun tighter but knew better than

was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr.

this open space, a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B

was out of the question. He needed to wait for the right moment to

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

paused, suddenly realizing his fingers

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

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

his phone,

subdued the defenseless Mr. B, handcuffing him with the restraints he had learned to carry at all times since

phrenology. No matter how you

froze upon hearing

It all made sense.

on his flawless disguise, yet

of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest skill was reading

had she ever offered such services. So how did she discern Mr.

along with my charade for quite

you can’t imitate the

master’s. Finnian often remarked she was a

forbidden from reading fortunes,

master’s warning and refrained from the

to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts and solely based on physical

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