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,

understand the kindness my mother has shown me. Don’t stand there

all that kindness

by the throat with a grip

found more than proof that Belle was F-Poison’s adopted daughter; she had

that phone was to her mother on the very

on it, preserved in

to the technology her mother had tinkered with. Even the

a real

breathe under Vivienne’s vice-like grip, her face

never… never even met…

placing a hand on Vivienne’s shoulder. “Vivienne, she

then reluctantly

Vivienne knew the last

the phone bore no prints

One possibility remained.

and Belle shared

her print, F-Poison had been hiding behind her

alleged crimes could have

sat back down. “Belle, you will be interrogated for the next three days. Better come clean about all your sins. If not, well,

finished than two figures emerged from the shadows—Rowan

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

up her sleeves, brandishing a syringe. “Tear us to shreds? How about I feed you to

emptying the contents as Belle’s body

we’ll take it from here. We’ll make sure

GTO’s reputation for coercive

that one day, her former subordinates would use those

and Percival left

suddenly remembered something and looked at Vivienne. “Young

addressed Vivienne as the Young Master? Since

then asked, “Mr. Wolf,

with a