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.

Seeing him

there were others, a third party involved just as the mysterious text had

years, Fiona had been using the Ellington Group and Jeffrey’s gallery for shadowy

to uncover

in the car, his mood as dark as thunderclouds, lifting only slightly

heart,” Vivienne said, her fingers lightly massaging Percival’s temples to ease the

held her hand in his,

nodded, understanding all too well that he was contemplating how to

Richard’s second favorite granddaughter after Isolde,

life often defies expectations. Richard would no doubt

close, his lips brushing her forehead in a

you love-struck fool! Must you always be so affectionate with Vivienne? One day, I’ll put an end to

these were thoughts Leopold would only dare shout within the confines of his

Leopold noticed the van designated for Mr. B’s transfer

are they doing here?” he muttered,

a glance before

“Captain,” greeted the driver.

brow furrowed. “What’s the

driver looked confused, “Didn’t you

sent you that message!” Percival’s urgency drove him straight

It was empty!

erupted, “Where is

we were told to release him at the crossroads

Percival demanded, his presence as chilling

men shrank back, “It came through

as Vanguard Agency’s communication tool, where Percival usually posted

message should have

their devices, realizing

tightened

impenetrable even to elite hackers. Only a select few high-ranking individuals besides himself had

had issued the order to move

sent a message to Percival:

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

Mr. B’s escape, Vivienne nodded.

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