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?”

would bring her back. He reluctantly pulled out

“What’s going on?”

deep and charismatic, yet

did not miss a beat. “Bro, Willa took off on her motorcycle and blew

up? She’s not hurt,

course, she’s fine. But I’m stranded,” he complained. “I rode here on the back of

Willa’s motorcycle? Dammit, don’t you dare come back. I’m

dead, leaving the subordinate feeling

subordinate addressed as “Bro,” righteous indignation fueling his wait at the airport, sat in a flashy sports car, his

was my present to her for Children’s Day, and I haven’t

floored the gas pedal and pulled up at the pickup

he saw Vivienne and Percival walking

gaze lingered on Vivienne. She was the spitting image—it was no wonder the old man had demanded two

quickly, waving as he approached.

Vivienne paused, puzzled.

this eccentric

be the target

that?” Vivienne asked,

brow furrowed. “Seems like

his aviators and ruffled

she expected the Perez men to be as composed as Yuri; instead, here was Maddox, channeling the spirit of

a good time,”

was confused. “Mr. Perez, why should

no blood relation to the Perez family, yet Maddox insisted on

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

before nodding. “Uncle’s got a

poised to drive. However, Maddox refused on the foundation that this car was a gift from his love,

car, Vivienne

Percival had several sports cars, they rarely

little uncomfortable, Maddox closed the roof

fingerprints and

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