The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne had no patience for Patrick’s explanation; she already knew enough about what the Boyd family and Patrick were up to.

She extended her hand to Patrick, her tone brisk. “Hand over the key of your code.”

Patrick blinked in confusion. “What code?”

“The code of your contract!” Vivienne pressed, irritation creeping into her voice.

Patrick looked even more bewildered. “I don’t know anything about a code. Our contracts are straightforward. It’s in in my car. Let me fetch it for you.”

With that, Patrick hurried to his car and brought back the document to Vivienne. “Please, take a look, Madam.”

Vivienne took the contract and immediately noticed it was an agreement between the Ashford and Boyd families.

However, the format and wording differed from what Vivienne had seen in the Boyd family’s safe.

She did not know what that contract in the safe was about, but it certainly was not the same as this one. It seemed Patrick was not lying.

“You can go back now,” Vivienne said, handing back the contract.

The contract contained nothing substantial, just the usual business dealings. The Ashford family, a biotech leader in Sea City, also operated shipping routes. Their collaboration with the Boyd family had made many things more convenient, but there was no mention of the cutting-edge bionics.

After Patrick took the documents, he hesitated, casting a knowing look at Vivienne.

Vivienne gave him an icy glance, her face expressionless. “Keep Gillian away from me, and you’ll stay safe.”

“Thank you, Madam.” Patrick watched Vivienne enter her villa before getting back into his car.

As soon as the car door closed, his sycophantic smile turned into a heavy frown. He gazed at the villa’s grand entrance before tapping the car seat, signaling the driver to depart.

Inside the villa, Vivienne watched through the sheer curtains as Patrick’s car disappeared, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

Everyone makes mistakes.

had once misjudged Mark. And Karen had misjudged

came in with a cup of steaming hot milk. “Try

left the curtains and sipped the milk, nodding appreciatively. “Not bad. It’s even

“Can’t your

seemed to him Vivienne always doubted his

decent, especially compared to her disastrous attempts

your talented hands should

was indeed sweeter

pinched her cheek affectionately. “My

“Who could ever have enough

rare that I have such a skill. Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll make sure to earn plenty. Enough to last us this

smile was radiant,

the milk, she leaned on Percival’s shoulder

at him. “Mr. Wolf, have you ever heard my mother talk

never had much of a knack for medicine and never discussed her

mentioned it once. She said every technology has its pros and cons, like a bomb. It’s a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, but in the right hands, it can protect you and

widespread, criminals won’t even need to show their faces to commit atrocities. It would pose a

close. “But if used for early-stage reconnaissance, like when I was trapped in that mine, it could prevent a lot of dangers and preserve fighting

Vivienne looked tired. “I just wonder how far my

calm, though her brow was furrowed as if pondering the issue of bionics

furrowed brow until she was deeply

“Goodnight, Vivienne.”

kissed her forehead and was about to turn off the bedside lamp and leave when Vivienne,

night, she

soft sigh, Percival did not pull away. Instead, he sat on the floor, watching over her as she slept peacefully

the floor, a wave of warmth filled her heart. She leaned over

“Good morning, Mr. Wolf.”

eyes snapped open, a smile spreading

out of bed and began to dress. “Mr. Wolf, get ready. We’re going to the Boyd