The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 500

Rivenwood.

The abandoned GTO research facility stood eerily silent.

A woman with a leather jacket and a high ponytail stood at the entrance, her gaze icy as she surveyed the desolation before her.

The layout, the machinery—it all felt vaguely familiar as if it had once danced through the edges of her memory.

But no distinct recollections surfaced. It was a lot to expect, given that the remnants of her infancy were entangled with this place.

Familiarity? That was asking too much.

“Willa, I swear, it was empty when we got here. You gotta believe me.”

The woman was none other than Willa, who had grown up under the watchful eye of Jasper within the Perez family.

The speaker was a scattered disciple of the Perez family, once a subordinate under Willa’s command in the organization.

Even though Willa had left the Perez family, they had never revoked her access. She could summon the family’s resources at a moment’s notice, anywhere in the world.

Willa’s expression remained unreadable as she fingered a bracelet on her wrist, engraved with the mysterious moniker “F-Poison.”

Her waterfall-like hair swayed in the breeze, occasionally whipping the face of her former subordinate, who stepped back quietly. Willa cherished her hair, and it would not do to lose its luster on someone else’s face.

After a final stroke of her hair, Willa turned and strode away, her subordinate hurrying after her. Before he could utter a word, a deafening explosion shattered the silence.

They turned to see the GTO facility now reduced to rubble.

Willa did not look back. Tossing the detonator over her shoulder, she hopped onto her motorcycle.

“F-Poison, where the hell are you? Alive or dead, I need to know. I have to get Sasha back!”

Her subordinate let out a heavy sigh. “Willa, how am I supposed to get back?”

reluctantly

“What’s going on?”

that came through was deep and charismatic, yet the tone carried

beat. “Bro, Willa took off on her motorcycle and blew

up? She’s not hurt, is

fine. But I’m stranded,” he complained. “I rode here on

motorcycle? Dammit, don’t you dare come back. I’m green with envy. Just

subordinate feeling like

the subordinate addressed as “Bro,” righteous indignation fueling his wait at the airport,

was my present to her for Children’s Day, and I haven’t even ridden it yet, but

the gas pedal and pulled up at the pickup area, leaping out without even opening the

saw Vivienne

She was the spitting image—it was no wonder the old man had demanded two

quickly, waving as

Vivienne paused, puzzled.

this eccentric calling

else seemed to be the target of his calls—it appeared he was indeed

that?” Vivienne asked,

“Seems like it’s someone

man removed his aviators and ruffled

elder brother Maddox. And to think she expected the Perez men to

good time,” Maddox declared, any previous gloom now

Perez, why should I call you

paternity tests had shown no blood relation to the Perez family, yet Maddox insisted on the familial

his tongue. “Didn’t you accept our old man as your grandfather? You gotta

aback before nodding. “Uncle’s

on the foundation that this car was a gift from his love, and no one

the car, Vivienne took

sports cars, they rarely drove them,

uncomfortable, Maddox closed the roof and gave Thomas a few

and retina scans done when

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