The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Patrick’s limbs were beyond his control, his body betraying him as he followed Vivienne’s retreating steps.

Behind him, Gillian’s heart-wrenching cries for her father echoed through the air, but he was powerless to respond.

Patrick finally felt the command of his body returned when they reached a secluded cabin on the ship.

But now, with both Percival and Anna guarding the door, escape was an impossibility.

“Kneel,” Vivienne commanded, her voice serene as she sat on the seat representing authority.

Patrick fell to his knees with a thud, not out of compulsion but from the sheer force of Vivienne’s presence.

His legs tingled with numbness, sharp pains shooting through his knees as if a thousand needles were pricking them.

Beads of sweat formed on his brow, trickling down his temples and disappearing onto his shoulders.

Vivienne sat with her legs crossed, her slender neck held high with disdain, a hint of scorn in her gaze.

As Patrick knelt, Vivienne wondered what her mother had seen in him. How could such a spineless man be entrusted with the critical technology of bionics?

She regarded him with contempt and curiosity, slowly pulling the small “Morning Glory” from her pocket and tossing it at Patrick.

Instinctively, he caught it, his forehead bulging with veins, paralyzed with fear.

When he saw what it was, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He had thought she had thrown a knife at him!

“Madam, what is this?” he stammered.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, her voice calm. “A miniature bomb.”

Shocked to his core, Patrick scrambled behind the couch for cover.

He thought it was a knife, but it was even worse – a bomb! Vivienne was more reckless than his boss.

Who in their right mind tosses a bomb around like a toy?

Observing Patrick’s reaction, Vivienne could almost be certain of his innocence regarding the bomb incident that evening.

shifting position as she lounged back on the sofa, lazily eyeing

idea about this. Even if we set aside your presence on the ship, my daughter and I were there, too. I would never risk

murmured absentmindedly, frowning

exhaled in relief and began to rise, “Could this be

looked

the Boyd family. But for the sake of the bionic

agreed, and during preparations yesterday, my men told me the Boyd family’s head wanted to drop off a floral arrangement. I did not question

then a signal beeped in her

The shipment had arrived.

wanted to check it but could not do so in front

eyes

that, she went

Vivienne was not dozing off but

had touched a nerve, and his pale excuses and

phone continued to vibrate in

the shipment had arrived, just deliver

Why bother messaging him?

Percival and Anna had left their post outside the cabin and were now at

the docks, sealing off all incoming shipments and detaining the

over

identical to flour and often sold

brow furrowed.

exchanged a glance with Leopold before revealing

“Three tons.”

Anna gasped. “How much?”

“Three tons,” Thomas repeated.

tons of Keco could profit enough to buy a small

had anticipated a significant haul but had not imagined it would be

other than Keco, we’ve found nothing else,”

City to uncover GTO’s virus research base, following leads to the Ashford family’s harbor, expecting a shipment for

to breach the base, so Leopold and Thomas

ship’s cabin; each of his moves was a potential key to

securing the experimental substance, they had stumbled

was neck-deep in drug

was no small find, and it

Percival instructed as he took the Keco