The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 433

This bomb was nothing like the cutting-edge devices they’d encountered before.

This time, it was more intricate, more cunning, with an arrangement that was both deceptive and, upon closer inspection, almost childish.

Yes, that was the word—childish.

Atop the delicate balance lay a common spherical dog toy, the kind that shouldn’t be nudged in the slightest. A mere touch could set the whole thing off.

But who the heck puts a dog toy on a bomb? Especially one that squeaks.

“Vivienne, what’s the situation in there?” Percival could only peer through the crack in the door, unable to see the full picture.

Vivienne held a pair of scissors in her hands, the familiar sight of the wiring giving her a sense of déjà vu.

Percival, getting no response, called out again, “Vivienne?”

Vivienne shook the scissors, “All good.”

She got down on her knees, scanning the rainbow of wires before snipping one decisively.

Tick!

The toy fell off the balance, rolling across the floor and ending up under the desk with a soft thunk.

“Come on in,” Vivienne said, placing the scissors on the table.

The bomb wasn’t inherently difficult; it just appeared dazzlingly complex. In reality, it was still the red wire.

Percival entered, realizing he was sweating bullets. He had defused a thirty-second countdown bomb in his heyday without breaking a sweat, but this had unnerved him.

It wasn’t until he heard Vivienne’s voice that he understood just how frightened he’d been.

“It’s not a new type of bomb, just an ordinary one with a fancy setup. Looks tough, but it’s just a smoke and mirrors act.”

looped her arms around Percival’s neck, her alluring gaze warming him like the first ray of sun on a winter’s day, “Mr. Wolf, what’s

pulled her into an embrace, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her

knew Percival

like we

from Class Eighteen had been far more

chill flashed in Percival’s eyes,

back, “This is the enemy’s tactic. I’ve

that Vivienne was the most intelligent woman on earth. And if anyone wanted to take her life, they’d have to get past

when Vivienne was truly in danger, his belief wavered with fear. This fear was instinctual, an innate dread of

held each other tightly, their heartbeats slowly

Tick-tock… tick-tock…

broke the silence in the

narrowed as

beneath the desk. It was now pressing on the

activated a

off guard,

the door and quickly locked the office behind

pounded on the door, “Percival, open

knew what he intended to

planned to shield the blast with his body, buying her time to

damn door!” Vivienne kicked

and lock of the TCL lab were

far corner, using his

wanted was to buy Vivienne

deep breath and kicked at the

Bang!

a sound akin to a popping

floor from the momentum, charging

“Mr. Wolf!”

his shirt torn at the chest, his hair sticking

looked

Yes, comical.

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