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.

car outside. Seeing him emerge, she knew he had come up

third party involved just as the

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

yet to uncover this

as dark as thunderclouds,

her

her hand in his, looking into her eyes,

all too well that he was contemplating how to break the news to

Richard’s second favorite granddaughter after Isolde, and he had

often defies expectations. Richard would

her

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

only

Leopold noticed the van designated for

here?” he muttered,

a glance

“Captain,” greeted the driver.

furrowed. “What’s the

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

sent you that message!” Percival’s urgency

It was empty!

anger erupted, “Where

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

the orders?” Percival demanded, his presence as

shrank back, “It came

tool, where Percival usually posted missions using

message should

devices, realizing they were the only ones

grip tightened with

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

had issued the order

message to Percival:

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

Mr. B’s escape, Vivienne nodded. It was no good news for her

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