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.

So, F-Poison adopted you, and

my mother has shown me. Don’t stand there acting all high and mighty. You think I’d tell

eyes darkened. “So, for all that kindness your mother

grabbed Belle by the throat with a grip that could snap it in an

that Belle was F-Poison’s

last call made from that phone was to her mother

on it, preserved in an

the device still held a charge—a testament to the technology her

a real

struggled to breathe under Vivienne’s vice-like grip, her

never… never even met…

Vivienne’s shoulder. “Vivienne, she was only

then

the last call

phone bore

One possibility remained.

Belle shared a

print, F-Poison had been hiding behind her adopted

Belle’s alleged crimes could have

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

Vivienne finished than two

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

a syringe. “Tear us to shreds? How about I feed you

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

turning to Vivienne with respect. “Young Master, we’ll take it from here. We’ll make sure Mr. B… Belle tells nothing but

GTO’s

day, her former subordinates would use those

and Percival

from under a bed, Percival suddenly remembered something and

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

asked, “Mr. Wolf,

Percival retorted with a hint