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.

the car outside. Seeing him emerge, she knew he

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

been using the Ellington Group and Jeffrey’s gallery for shadowy dealings, trafficking artifacts and expensive artworks. The profits couldn’t be just

yet to uncover

got in the car, his mood as dark

said, her fingers lightly massaging Percival’s temples

hand in his, looking into

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

granddaughter after Isolde, and he had high hopes

defies expectations. Richard would no doubt be

close, his lips brushing her forehead in

Leopold bit his lip. He said to himself, “Keep calm, don’t get angry! Percival, you love-struck fool! Must

only dare shout within the confines of

the van designated for Mr. B’s transfer

they doing here?” he muttered, stepping out to

exchanged a glance

“Captain,” greeted the driver.

furrowed. “What’s the

driver looked confused, “Didn’t you order us here

that message!” Percival’s urgency drove him

It was empty!

erupted, “Where

“Captain, we were told to release him at the crossroads

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

men shrank back, “It

public screen served as Vanguard Agency’s communication tool, where Percival usually posted missions using code

should have

both Percival and Leopold checked their devices,

tightened with

public screen was a top agency secret, impenetrable even to elite hackers. Only a select few high-ranking individuals besides

the order

Thomas sent a message to

to Vivienne with as much warmth as he could muster, “Vivienne, our guest

the gravity of Mr. B’s escape, Vivienne nodded. It was no

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