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.”

“There are a thousand ways to

lifted slightly, “The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it ‘Mandragora.’ It will

two hours each day, gnawing at your insides while

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the means

the dread

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, highlighted her majestic

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

raced at her words, overwhelmed by the

him; he resolved to be worthy of her for the

word to Flynn, Vivienne rose

operatives with his free

watched, lips pressed tightly, one last

Ellington heir so

after another, vied for

Ellington family was the wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but not in

ancient warrior lineages, hidden from

wealth but no political sway. Percival’s integrity as the captain of the Vanguard Agency, now the Deputy Director, was its only

own benefit. Basically, the Ellington family had

could not fathom why his sons fought so

at his

with that, he was escorted

resigned. Old age was

Until today,

faith in his own judgment

was not a stranger; he was his uncle, the man he trusted more than anyone else

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