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.

Brian and Brody had not wrecked, Anna

right with my analysis?”

you encounter a toxin like this, you’ll crack

commented, “I expected an

Brody was pushing forty; how was he so

beside him. “Been studying

not look up. “Nope. Fifteen years ago, I botched an experiment, face full of it. Woke up looking

elixir of immortality

dosage was too low.

dashed into the lab, cluttered with vials of

potion in Brody’s hand, a new idea

“Ms. Vivienne,

head. “What he knows doesn’t matter, but his

cue, a boom echoed from

others—there was always a

left them for Brody, and took

got

Griffin. Miss

on Vivienne’s lips,

[Miss you too.

all, covered

Oh, the drama!

…

At Griffin’s house.

documents lay before Griffin, all about a new bomb, interspersed with

her original concepts,

and Vivienne arrived

was open, and they

stayed

three pens in her hair and in pajamas, didn’t look up.

weapons expert work, a quick sketch of the internal design

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

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