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

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

you, two hours each day, gnawing at your insides while leaving no physical mark. Enjoy the rest of

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

Specter

not the dread of daily torment

voice a cold, clear chime. “Cross me, you die. Cross those I care for, and you’ll beg for death. White Tiger, if fate grants a next time, strike me first—you

and steady, bathed in sunlight, highlighted her majestic

to Vivienne; a life

her words, overwhelmed

all to him; he resolved to be

word to Flynn, Vivienne

hand, signaling the waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with his

one

Ellington heir so

after another, vied for that

wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but not

powers were the ancient warrior lineages, hidden from the

the captain of the Vanguard Agency, now the

power for his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington family had zero

fathom why

his

that, he was

resigned. Old

today, he had refused to believe Flynn

his

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

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