The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne was cool as a cucumber as she scrolled through her phone, eventually pulling up a photo and passing the device to Belle.

“Is this the mark of White Tiger?” She asked, her voice steady and casual.

Belle snorted with a smirk. “So what if it is? Even if you found the mark, you won’t catch him.”

Vivienne let out a dismissive laugh. “How can you talk such a big game without ever having seen the guy?”

That caught Belle off guard. She did not expect Vivienne to know that White Tiger had chosen to not work with her but with the true boss of GTO, the elusive F-Poison.

In other words, White Tiger had not even considered her despite her being GTO’s right-hand woman.

Vivienne gulped down her coke a little too fast and burped without a hint of embarrassment, which made Percival chuckle softly as he patted her back gently.

“Easy there, no one’s fighting you for it.”

Vivienne flashed him a coy smile and a look that said more than words could.

Across from them, Belle cursed under her breath, “You two really have no shame.”

Unfazed, Vivienne leaned against Percival’s shoulder. “So, spill it—where’s your mother?”

Belle’s eyes widened in shock as if she had heard something unspeakable. It took her a moment to gather herself.

Indeed, Vivienne was asking about her mother!

After a pause, Belle finally found her voice. “What nonsense are you spouting now?”

Percival pulled out a document. “This was found in the GTO lab. It confirms that you and your boss are mother and daughter.”

Belle was taken aback. Vivienne had managed to dig up something no one in GTO knew—their connection.

The document was a blood analysis report with her name and F-Poison’s, indicating a maternal link.

“Oh, not biological? So, F-Poison adopted you, and you’ve been working for her out

me. Don’t stand there acting

that kindness your mother showed you, you

by the throat with a grip that could snap it in

that Belle was F-Poison’s adopted daughter; she

call made from that phone was to her mother

preserved in an evidence bag stored in the GTO

still held a charge—a testament to the technology her mother had tinkered with. Even

real penchant for

under Vivienne’s vice-like grip, her

me… I never… never even met…

hand on Vivienne’s shoulder. “Vivienne, she was only fifteen ten years ago. It wasn’t

hesitated, then

posed no threat, much less at fifteen. But Vivienne knew the last call to her mother came from that phone—if

bore no prints

One possibility remained.

Belle shared

once used her print, F-Poison had been hiding behind

Belle’s alleged crimes could have been F-Poison’s doing—GTO’s

sat back down. “Belle, you will be interrogated for the next three days. Better come clean about all your

had Vivienne finished than two figures emerged from

at them. “Traitors! Don’t you fear F-Poison will find you and tear you to

brandishing a syringe. “Tear us to shreds? How

needle into Belle’s neck, emptying the contents as Belle’s body

with respect. “Young Master, we’ll take it from here. We’ll

aware of GTO’s reputation for

imagined that one day, her

Percival left the

under a bed, Percival suddenly remembered something and looked at

Vivienne as the Young Master? Since when was Vivienne the Young Master? And

asked, “Mr. Wolf, you didn’t

Percival retorted with a hint