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.”

a thousand ways to die if I wish

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

at

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

scoffed at such claims, but knowing she was the Specter Healer,

not the dread

his eyes, her voice a cold, clear chime. “Cross me, you die. Cross those I

and steady, bathed in

vow never to provoke those dear to Vivienne; a

overwhelmed by

he resolved to be worthy of

another word to Flynn, Vivienne rose and walked over to

Vanguard Agency operatives with his free hand. They stormed in,

lips pressed tightly, one last

Ellington heir

after another, vied

the wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but

were the ancient warrior lineages, hidden from

captain of the Vanguard Agency, now the Deputy Director, was its

abused his power for his own benefit.

could not fathom why his sons fought so

Flynn glanced at his father.

he was

sighed, resigned. Old

today,

his own judgment

the man he trusted more than anyone

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