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.

and Brody had not wrecked, Anna deciphered

with my analysis?” Anna handed her report to

“Yep, next time you encounter a

of relief. Noticing Brody poring over diagrams, she commented, “I expected an old man, at least

too. Brody was pushing forty; how was he

beside him. “Been studying

“Nope. Fifteen years ago, I botched an experiment, face full of

an eyebrow—an elixir

it! The previous dosage was

into the lab, cluttered with vials

potion in

clueless, asked, “Ms. Vivienne,

shook her head. “What he knows doesn’t

a boom echoed from the

were routine to the others—there

jotted down some formulas, left them for Brody,

got

news from Griffin. Miss

smile played on Vivienne’s lips, tender only

[Miss you

witnessing it all, covered her

Oh, the drama!

…

At Griffin’s house.

a new bomb, interspersed with her

refined her original concepts, heightening the bomb’s

and Vivienne

open, and they

stayed outside

three pens in her hair and in pajamas, didn’t look up. “This is what I’ve figured out. Take a

expert work, a quick sketch of the

detailed data on the bomb’s explosion—blast power, range,

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