The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 493

Crashing his phone to the ground, Flynn unleashed a fury of stomps upon the shattered device.

“I lost. Take me in.” Flynn’s voice dripped with laziness as he raised his hands in mock surrender, tilting his head to catch Percival’s gaze.

But then, with a swift bite, he crushed the cyanide hidden in his molar.

He had always known this day would come.

Even in death, he would not be cuffed by the likes of Percival!

Blood spilled from his mouth as he knelt, the light fading behind his designer spectacles, “Percival, you’ll never unearth the kingpin behind GTO.”

His laughter echoed through the dark alley, a spectral sound that chilled to the bone.

Yet, the agony he anticipated never arrived.

F-Poison had given him this poison, and it was a lethal concoction, sure death on contact. How was he still alive?

Lifting his head, Flynn locked eyes with Vivienne, whose expression was akin to someone watching a fool. It all clicked.

She, the Specter Healer, was behind this.

Vivienne towered over him, her aura that of a queen, “Wish to die?”

Flynn glared back, bitter. “There’s no grudge between us. My death serves you no ill!”

Her smile bloomed, radiant and short-lived, replaced by a chilling murderous intent. “Your death means nothing to me. But you dared cross Mr. Wolf. For that, I would have relished your end. However…”

Her smile returned as she said, “Since you so desire death, I won’t oblige you.”

are a thousand ways to

hair behind her ear, her piercing gaze lifted slightly, “The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it ‘Mandragora.’ It will hijack your nerves. Should suicidal thoughts arise,

continued, “It will tear at you, two hours each day, gnawing at your insides while leaving no physical mark. Enjoy

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

he would have scoffed at such claims, but knowing she was the Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the means to craft such a

could face death, but not the

me, you die. Cross those I care

words, calm and steady, bathed in sunlight, highlighted

provoke those dear to Vivienne; a

at her words, overwhelmed by

he resolved to be worthy

another word to Flynn, Vivienne rose and walked over

waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with

lips pressed tightly, one last attempt for understanding,

being the Ellington heir

after another, vied for

in

were the ancient warrior

captain

Percival had never abused his power for his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington

why his sons fought so

glanced at his father.

that, he was

sighed, resigned. Old age

expression unreadable. Until today,

faith in his own

uncle, the man he trusted more than anyone else in the

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