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 ways to die if I

her ear, her piercing gaze lifted slightly, “The poison I bestowed upon

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

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

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

but not the

I care for, and you’ll beg for death. White Tiger, if fate grants a next time, strike me first—you might find a

steady, bathed in sunlight,

dear to Vivienne; a life of suffering with no escape

overwhelmed by the depth of

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

another word to Flynn, Vivienne rose and walked over

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

lips pressed tightly, one last attempt

being the Ellington heir

after another,

family was the wealthiest in Rivenwood,

the ancient warrior lineages, hidden from the

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

own benefit. Basically, the Ellington family had

could not fathom why his sons fought

Flynn glanced at his father.

with that, he was

Old age

today,

faith in his own

his uncle, the man he trusted more than anyone else

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