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.

ship,” she stated, her legs shifting position as she lounged back on the sofa, lazily eyeing

about this. Even if we set aside your presence on the ship, my daughter and I were there, too. I would never risk our lives by planting a bomb. This has nothing to do with

murmured

in relief and began to rise, “Could this be connected to the Boyd

as she looked at

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

wanted to apologize, claiming their matriarch was indisposed and that he would represent her. I 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 it, but it’s suspicious now that I think about it. I had always dealt with Eliza, not the head of the

beeped in her earpiece—it was from

The shipment had arrived.

with a message. He wanted to check it but could not do

yawned, her eyes closing. “Let

she

knew Vivienne

the bomb had touched a nerve, and his pale excuses and baseless

anxious as his phone continued to

the shipment had arrived, just deliver

Why bother messaging him?

the cabin and were now at the Sea

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

Keco,” Thomas reported, handing over a bag of

new drug on the black market, identical to flour

brow furrowed. “How

exchanged a glance with Leopold

“Three tons.”

Anna gasped. “How much?”

“Three tons,” Thomas repeated.

profit enough to buy a

a significant haul but had

than Keco, we’ve found

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

their chance to breach the base, so Leopold and Thomas had been on

each of his moves was a potential key to

experimental substance, they had stumbled upon a whopping three tons of

of all people, was neck-deep in drug trafficking, a kingpin no

Keco was no small find, and it demanded

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