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.

him emerge, she knew he had come up

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

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

yet to

as dark as thunderclouds,

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

his, looking into her eyes, “I’m

well that he was contemplating how

Isolde, and

Richard would no doubt be heartbroken

his lips brushing her forehead in a rare display

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

would only dare shout within

designated for Mr. B’s transfer

he muttered, stepping

exchanged a glance

“Captain,” greeted the driver.

furrowed. “What’s the

driver looked confused, “Didn’t you order us

you that message!” Percival’s urgency drove

It was empty!

erupted, “Where

dumbfounded, “Captain, we were told to release him at

the orders?” Percival demanded,

men shrank back, “It came through the public

as Vanguard Agency’s communication tool,

message should

both Percival and Leopold checked their devices, realizing they were

grip tightened

to elite hackers. Only

issued the

sent a message

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

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

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