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.”

narrowed, venomous. “There are a thousand ways to die if

“The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it ‘Mandragora.’ It will hijack your nerves. Should suicidal thoughts

hours each day, gnawing at your insides while leaving

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the means to craft

not the dread of daily torment

she crouched to meet his eyes, her voice a cold, clear chime. “Cross me, you die. Cross those I care for, and you’ll beg for

calm and steady, bathed in sunlight,

vow never to provoke those dear to Vivienne; a life of suffering

her words, overwhelmed by

her all to him; he resolved to be worthy of her for the

to Flynn, Vivienne rose

Vanguard Agency operatives with his free hand.

lips pressed tightly, one last

being the Ellington heir

after another,

family was the wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but

ancient warrior lineages, hidden

political sway. Percival’s integrity as the captain of the

his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington family had

fathom why his sons

Flynn glanced at his

he

resigned. Old age was upon

his weapon, his expression unreadable. Until today, he had refused to believe Flynn was

his

was his uncle, the man he

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