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

panting, “Madam, I swear I had no idea about this. Even if we set aside your presence on the ship, my daughter

know,” Vivienne murmured absentmindedly,

began to rise, “Could

she looked at

the engagement party fiasco, I cut all ties with the Boyd family. But for the sake of the bionic tech, I could not completely sever our

head wanted to drop off a floral arrangement. I did not question it, but it’s suspicious now that I think about it. I had

then a signal beeped in

The shipment had arrived.

Patrick’s phone buzzed with a message. He wanted to check it but could not do

her eyes closing. “Let me

that, she

Vivienne was not dozing off but contemplating his

bomb had touched a nerve, and his pale excuses

phone continued to

the shipment had

Why bother messaging him?

their post outside the cabin and were now

secured the docks, sealing off all incoming shipments and detaining the

over a bag of what seemed to be

the black market, identical to flour

brow furrowed. “How

with Leopold

“Three tons.”

Anna gasped. “How much?”

“Three tons,” Thomas repeated.

Keco could profit enough to

anticipated a significant haul but had not imagined it would be

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

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

so

Vivienne kept their eyes on Patrick’s movements from the ship’s cabin; each of his

and instead of securing the experimental substance,

all people, was neck-deep in drug trafficking,

a dead end by now. Three tons of Keco was

up the gear and coordinate with the DEA officers,” Percival instructed as he took the Keco bag. “And keep this under wraps; we don’t