The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 494

Vivienne looked pale as a ghost.

Clearly, it was time to fast-track the development of the new bomb detector. They could not afford another incident like this.

But Imogen’s face was a tapestry of tension, and Vivienne noticed.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

Imogen shook her head, troubled. “No, there should be thirty-one… Yesterday, he found one…”

She reached up, touching the headband nestled in her hair—a gift from her beloved, cherished more than gold. Just yesterday, he had whispered to her with undying affection, “Your hair is your crowning glory, love. With this, you’re even more radiant.”

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Three seconds remained.

Tears welled in her eyes as she dashed out of the Ellington Mansion.

Vivienne and Percival had no time to react before a deafening explosion shook the air.

When the smoke cleared, only a shattered necklace remained on the ground. It was the token Richard had given to Imogen, a symbol of her acceptance into the Ellington family.

The bomb’s force had vaporized Imogen instantly, like a plane plummeting from the sky, obliterating everything in its path.

Vivienne and Percival were frozen. If Imogen had not acted on her instincts, they, too, would have been reduced to nothing.

Not far away, in a parked car, Isolde burst into tears. She had watched her beloved aunt vanish, her waterfall of hair gone without a trace.

Cecilia nestled into her husband’s embrace.

Out of all Flynn’s sins, Imogen was the most tragic victim—a solitary girl who vanished from existence without a last word, as if she had never been.

Vivienne stepped outside; the air still held a tinge of fire powder. She picked up the unrecognizable necklace and wiped it clean with her hands.

car, addressing Percival, “We owe her a dignified farewell. The Ellington

drawing Vivienne close, comforting her

and raided Flynn’s room,

herself, Vivienne entered Flynn’s

everything untouched. The bed was made to perfection, two sets of

entangled in a button of Flynn’s pajama top—likely

holding it between her fingers. Suddenly, her

strand,

wrong, Vivienne?” Percival approached, concerned at her

of her own hairs and placed both strands in his hand. “Feel these. Notice anything

felt the hairs,

hair from Flynn’s pajama was synthetic—a

…

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

stretching her neck

it was time to leave

we’ll meet

they would have

Meanwhile.

was nowhere to be

issue an Order of Nine Mystics Society to pursue the allegedly deceased Imogen. But she could not risk exposure with a traitor still

of

“But Vivienne, isn’t Imogen

her stern face,

Vivienne’s brows knitted together.

alive; she knew it. But her true identity within GTO and

hidden

finally uncovered the

and the bomb that exploded were real, but the person was an

the Ellington

before the explosion. The scene was a pre-arranged hologram, coupled with smoke from the bomb to create a brief visual

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