The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival’s face darkened.

Vivienne picked up the note, her icy eyes narrowing slightly. “Where did you find this?”

With a sigh, Flynn replied, “When I woke up this morning, it was on my nightstand. Imogen and I saw it straight away.”

Cecilia was visibly shaken. “Our security system is state-of-the-art. There were no signs of a break-in last night. How could someone have slipped a knife under our noses? It’s absolutely terrifying.”

After a pause, Cecilia shot a hesitant glance at Imogen. “I don’t mean anything by it. I’m just curious… Any chance your ex might be lurking around Rivenwood?”

Imogen dabbed at her eyes. “Cecilia, Flynn was my first love. I never had a boyfriend before him, and few guys were interested in me. Even if there were, they’re all abroad now. I have no clue what this note means.”

Flynn pulled Imogen into his arms, soothing her with gentle strokes on her back. “I know it’s not you. Stop crying.”

Feeling a twinge of guilt, Cecilia offered her a tissue, joining Flynn in comforting her.

Vivienne handed the note to Percival.

They all knew that this note was asking for Belle.

Clearly, someone was getting impatient.

Belle, undoubtedly, was harboring secrets.

For some time now, Vivienne had kept Belle hidden in a place no one would suspect without pressing her for information.

After all, she already knew what she needed to know. Except for the information about the boss of GTO!

But Vivienne was in no rush. The guy would slip up when the time was right.

“I’ll handle this,” Percival said, tucking the note away and giving Isolde, who was still in his arms, a reassuring hug. The child’s face had turned pale with fear.

Percival upgraded the Ellington family’s security to the highest level, changed all the locks, and reinforced the windows and all other potential entry points.

a fly could

with Cecilia and Vivienne,

audacity of leaving

unlikely to have offended anyone. The culprit had to be one

on your end?”

“Yeah,” Percival responded.

a corporate

spoke of giving back someone, and the Ellington family haven’t taken anyone. It

floor with his cane, signaling

well that if anyone

affairs, Richard was aware that his grandson was

was planted at the Ellington Mansion, Richard already discovered

never expected the danger to

“Don’t worry,

Richard pressed no further.

…

the living

stained Imogen’s cheeks. The

Anyone who wakes to find a knife looming over them would be

timid as Imogen, it was

then quickly apologized, “Sorry, Vivienne, I’m just really on

okay. Let me help you

gathering her waterfall-like hair to one side, allowing Vivienne to ease the tension in her neck and

skilled touch eased Imogen’s fear, who said with gratitude,

smiled, her gaze lingering on Imogen’s

cut it much. After every wash, he applies conditioner and shows me how to blow-dry it

Isolde says you’re always brushing it.

confessed, stroking her hair, “but the frequent brushing makes it less noticeable.” She then turned to Vivienne, concern returning to her features. “About that knife… It doesn’t

just a prank,” Vivienne reassured Imogen with a smile, then caught sight of a tattoo

while abroad. Flynn chose the design. Though the tiger is a bit intimidating, I thought

studied the

was identical to the