The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 453

Brian tucked away Mr. B’s portrait. Despite having a target worth ten times more than Brody’s, losing the cash hurt, no matter how he sliced it.

But Brody was already buried in the schematics of a potion, oblivious to the ruins around him.

His sole focus was concocting the antidote to make the Specter Healer concede defeat.

“Vivienne, he isn’t faking it, is he?” Brian asked, uneasy.

If Brody bolted again, finding him again would not be a walk in the park.

Vivienne’s lips curved slightly. “No chance.”

Brody was obsessed with medicine; once hooked, it was tough to pull him out.

His greatest adversary was her.

He had spent half his life trying to best her.

Now, why would he not be thrilled with a golden opportunity and Brian out of his hair?

Furthermore, staying put meant he could concentrate totally on his research.

Brian sighed. “Vivienne, what about my money?”

Vivienne glanced at him. “After all this, you’ll get Brody’s bounty.”

Money, money, money. Were all her associates so greedy?

Brian chuckled. “Alright, Vivienne, I’m off the…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Vivienne kicked him into the lab. “Clean this mess first!”

Brian scratched his head. No escaping it, after all.

not

I right with my analysis?” Anna handed

skimmed it. “Yep, next time you encounter a toxin like this, you’ll crack

she commented, “I expected an old man, at least middle-aged, but he’s barely

pushing forty; how was he

sat beside him.

mouth, did not look up. “Nope. Fifteen years ago, I

elixir of

up. “I’ve got it! The previous dosage was too low. A bit more, and the potion

lab, cluttered with

potion in Brody’s hand,

asked, “Ms. Vivienne, what does he

knows doesn’t matter, but

cue, a boom echoed from the lab, followed by Brody’s

to the others—there was always a

down some formulas, left them for

way, Vivienne got a

news from Griffin. Miss you.

on Vivienne’s lips,

you too.

witnessing it all,

Oh, the drama!

…

At Griffin’s house.

before Griffin, all about a new bomb, interspersed

had refined her original concepts,

Vivienne

open, and they

Leopold stayed outside

hair and in pajamas, didn’t look up. “This is what I’ve

the papers—classic weapons expert work, a quick sketch of the internal design in

said, “I need detailed data on the bomb’s explosion—blast power, range,

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