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

piercing gaze lifted slightly, “The poison I bestowed upon you, I named

you, two hours each day, gnawing at your insides while leaving

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

knowing she was the Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the means to craft such a

but not the dread of daily

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 death. White

steady, bathed in sunlight, highlighted her majestic

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

her words, overwhelmed by

given her all to him; he resolved to be worthy of

to Flynn, Vivienne rose and walked over to

took her hand, signaling the waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with

lips pressed tightly, one last attempt

being the Ellington heir so

sons, one after another, vied for

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

powers were the ancient warrior lineages, hidden from the

Ellington family had wealth but no political sway. Percival’s integrity as the captain of

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

could not fathom why

glanced at his father. “You needn’t

he

resigned. Old age

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

his own judgment

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

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