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 die

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

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

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

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

death, but not the

was evident as 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

calm and steady, bathed in

never to provoke those dear to Vivienne;

overwhelmed by the

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

word to Flynn, Vivienne rose and walked over

her hand, signaling the waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with his free hand. They stormed in,

lips pressed tightly, one last attempt for

Ellington

after another,

Ellington family was the wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but

powers were the ancient warrior lineages,

political sway. Percival’s integrity as the captain of the Vanguard Agency, now the Deputy Director, was its only

never abused his power for his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington family had zero influence in the

not fathom why

Flynn glanced at his father. “You needn’t

with that, he was

Old age was

unreadable. Until today, he had refused to believe Flynn was White

in his own

a stranger; he was his uncle, the man he trusted more than

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