The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 430

Three companions climbed into the car and soon arrived at the Vanguard Agency’s secret interrogation room.

Inside, Fiona sat with her eyes downcast, lifeless and detached.

The sound of the door opening barely made her look up, only to drop her gaze once again.

Percival took a seat across from her, his deep-set eyes emotionless as they fixed on her, wordless.

A scoff escaped Fiona’s lips. “Well played, Percival. You’ve bested me.”

Small talk was the last thing on Percival’s mind. He cut to the chase, “Where’s the Boar Poison?”

Fiona stiffened, as if the question coiled around her like a vice. “What are you talking about? I don’t know!”

He produced a video from the night at Spring Club, “You sat there for three days, and you still can’t figure it out?”

Her fists clenched tightly. Those were undoubtedly her most humiliating days – unable to move despite her body’s protests, soaked in her own filth…

Thinking about this, Fiona couldn’t help but feel nauseous.

The disgust and fear in the eyes of the people who found her etched into her memory, unforgettable.

“How did you get that? Why…” Fiona snapped her mouth shut, a flash of realization in her eyes. “It was Vivienne, wasn’t it?”

Percival didn’t deny it, pressing on, “Where is the Boar Poison?”

Her eyes fell again, “I don’t know.”

Seeing his disbelief, she added, “After purchasing the Boar Poison, I handed it to Mr. B from GTO. You should be asking him, not me.”

Percival’s frown deepened, his silence hanging heavy in the air.

After a long pause, he stood and left.

As he reached the door, Fiona called out to his retreating figure, “Even without me, Percival, your days of joy are numbered. Mark my words, you’ll never take over the Ellington legacy!”

For a moment, Percival paused, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile before he continued out the door.

outside. Seeing him emerge,

others, a third party involved just as

using the Ellington Group and Jeffrey’s gallery for shadowy dealings, trafficking artifacts and expensive artworks. The

yet to uncover this

his mood as dark as thunderclouds, lifting only slightly

the heart,” Vivienne said, her

in his,

he was contemplating

granddaughter after Isolde, and he

expectations. Richard would no doubt be heartbroken once

Vivienne close, his lips brushing her

said to himself, “Keep calm, don’t get angry! Percival, you love-struck fool! Must you always be so

these were thoughts Leopold would only

Leopold noticed the van designated for Mr.

here?” he muttered,

exchanged a glance before following

“Captain,” greeted the driver.

brow furrowed.

confused, “Didn’t you order us

message!” Percival’s urgency drove him

It was empty!

anger erupted, “Where is

to release him at the crossroads for a vehicle switch.

did you get the orders?” Percival demanded, his presence as chilling as

back, “It

as Vanguard Agency’s communication tool, where Percival

message should have

checked their devices, realizing they were the only ones

grip tightened with

a top agency secret, impenetrable even to elite hackers. Only a select

had issued the order to move

sent a message

pocketed his phone and spoke to Vivienne with as much warmth as he could muster, “Vivienne, our

Vivienne nodded. It was no good news for

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