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.”

eyes narrowed, venomous. “There are a thousand ways to die if

her piercing gaze lifted slightly, “The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it ‘Mandragora.’ It will hijack your

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

Flynn’s pupils dilated.

would have scoffed at such claims, but knowing she was the Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the

not the dread

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 Tiger, if fate grants a next time, strike me first—you might find a

steady, bathed in sunlight, highlighted

never to provoke those dear to Vivienne; a

heart raced at her words, overwhelmed by the depth of her

to be worthy of her for

Vivienne rose

signaling the waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with his

one

being the Ellington

after another,

family was the wealthiest in

ancient warrior

sway. Percival’s integrity as the captain of the Vanguard Agency, now

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

could not fathom why his

at his father.

that, he

sighed, resigned. Old

today, he had

in his own

the man he trusted more

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