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 the

right with my analysis?” Anna handed

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

sigh of relief. Noticing Brody poring over diagrams, she commented, “I expected an old man, at least middle-aged, but he’s barely older than

was curious, too. Brody was pushing forty;

sat beside him. “Been studying

pen in mouth, did not look up. “Nope. Fifteen years ago, I botched an experiment, face full of it.

eyebrow—an elixir of

was too low.

into the lab, cluttered with vials

watched, pondering the potion in Brody’s

clueless, asked, “Ms. Vivienne,

doesn’t matter, but

a boom echoed from the lab, followed by

others—there

some formulas, left them for Brody, and took Anna

got a text from

news from Griffin. Miss you. Hurry

played on Vivienne’s lips, tender only for

[Miss you too.

witnessing it all,

Oh, the drama!

…

At Griffin’s house.

all about a new bomb, interspersed with her own research

original concepts, heightening

Vivienne

was open, and

stayed outside

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

quick sketch of the internal design

“I need detailed data on the bomb’s explosion—blast

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