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 pulled out his

“What’s going on?”

came through was deep and charismatic, yet the tone carried a hint of

this and did not miss a beat.

up? She’s not hurt, is

I’m stranded,” he complained. “I

ride Willa’s motorcycle? Dammit, don’t you dare

subordinate feeling like the sky was

“Bro,” righteous indignation fueling his wait at the airport, sat

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

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

Vivienne and

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

quickly, waving as he approached. “Vivienne,

Vivienne paused, puzzled.

eccentric

the target

that?” Vivienne asked,

“Seems like it’s

and ruffled

Maddox. And to think she expected the Perez men to be as composed as

a good

was confused. “Mr. Perez, why should I call

had shown no blood relation to the Perez family, yet Maddox

as your grandfather? You gotta call me uncle. Mr. Perez sounds too

taken aback before nodding. “Uncle’s got

his car, with Thomas initially poised to drive. However, Maddox refused on the foundation that

car, Vivienne took a

both she and Percival had several sports cars, they rarely

Maddox closed the roof and gave Thomas a few

works. You’ll need to get your fingerprints and retina scans done when you have a moment—I’ve already squared

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