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.

own mother, hadn’t noticed anything

met

B’s expression, Vivienne knew he still

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

tenderly rubbed her head, showing empathy, “You’ve

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

B clenched his jaw, “That’s

she swiftly launched a silver

B’s control over his legs vanished, and with a thud, he knelt

It displeases me,” Vivienne’s eyes

gripped his gun tighter but

even Leopold, Mr. B stood

space, a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would be the one to suffer

escape was out of the question. He needed to

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

paused, suddenly realizing his fingers

Vivienne’s smug face and understood that he

with a message from Thomas:

his phone, “Leopold, take

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

” 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 hearing

It all made sense.

had prided himself on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen right

Emerald Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest skill was

nor had she ever offered such services. So how did she

my charade for quite some time. It seems we must refine our art of

you can’t imitate the

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

of twenty-five, she was forbidden from reading

master’s warning and refrained

ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated

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