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 you’ve been

with disdain. “What do you know? You’ll never understand the kindness my mother has shown me. Don’t

“So, for all that kindness your mother showed

lunged across the room and grabbed Belle by the throat with a

found more than proof that

last call made from that phone was to

fingerprints were on it, preserved in an evidence

to the technology her mother had tinkered with. Even the devices GTO used were

a real

Vivienne’s vice-like

wasn’t… me… I never… never

on Vivienne’s shoulder. “Vivienne, she was only fifteen ten years

hesitated, then reluctantly

the last call to her

phone bore no prints but

One possibility remained.

and Belle shared a

as Calista had once used her print, F-Poison had been

alleged crimes could

interrogated for the next three days. Better come clean about all your sins. If not, well, they’ll make

Vivienne finished than two figures emerged from the

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

us to shreds? How about I feed

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

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

of GTO’s reputation for coercive

never have imagined that one day, her former subordinates would use those

Percival left the

a bed, Percival suddenly remembered something and looked at Vivienne. “Young

Vivienne as the Young Master? Since when was

paused, then asked, “Mr. Wolf,

retorted with a hint of