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 wrecked, Anna deciphered

Vivienne, am I right with my

you encounter a toxin

she commented, “I expected an old man, at least middle-aged, but

was pushing forty; how

beside him.

ago, I botched an experiment, face full

eyebrow—an elixir of

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

into the lab,

watched, pondering the potion in Brody’s hand,

clueless, asked, “Ms. Vivienne,

“What he knows doesn’t matter, but his test

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

others—there was always a few

left them

Vivienne got

news from Griffin. Miss

on Vivienne’s lips, tender only

replied: [Miss you

it all, covered her

Oh, the drama!

…

At Griffin’s house.

a new bomb,

had refined her original

Vivienne arrived

was open, and

Leopold stayed outside

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

the papers—classic weapons expert work, a quick

more papers, said, “I need detailed data on the bomb’s explosion—blast power, range, etc. Vanguard Agency should

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