The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Patrick was floored by the girl before him, his words catching in his throat as he fell silent.

Quincy did not bother with further conversation. Grabbing her press pass from the table, she stood up and left.

Patrick tugged at his tie, exhaling a long breath of relief.

Dealing with the devil always comes at a price, he mused.

After leaving Patrick’s press conference, Quincy took a shortcut and emerged transformed, her professional aura all but gone.

Dressed in a tank top with overalls and sporting a baseball cap, she slung a canvas bag over her shoulder, the picture of a college student.

She waited at the crossroads until a nondescript black Volkswagen pulled up.

“Are you my Uber?” Quincy asked.

The driver poked his head out, sunglasses masking his eyes. “Yeah, hop in, sweetheart.”

Quincy smiled and opened the door. Soon, the Volkswagen blended into the stream of city traffic.

“Captain Wolf, can’t you guys get me a better ride next time? This one just doesn’t suit my style,” Leopold grumbled from the driver’s seat, resting one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the door.

Percival, seated in the passenger seat, turned his head slightly, disregarding Husky’s complaints.

In the backseat, Quincy tipped her cap to greet Vivienne. “Long time no see.”

“You’ve gotten taller.” Vivienne smiled back.

They skipped the small talk, diving straight into the heart of the matter.

“Ever since the operation to take down Mark ended, I’ve been out of the loop, just lying low in Rivenwood. After the lab was blown up by someone named Willa, I got zero instructions. It was not until yesterday that I was suddenly told to come to Sea City and give Patrick his next assignment.”

nodded. “Have you met

all I know is that the boss goes by F-Poison. The orders come through online messages. I’ve tried tracking him, but there’s nothing

trace the source on her laptop but

can’t track it with what

all these years, GTO had upped their game. Plus, the original backdoor was locked away at Vanguard Agency

internal network was a

burdened by the thought

her phone. “As for the bomb on the ship, I was out of the

“Another team?”

us, the underlings, but it never happened, and the operations kept running smoothly. This leads me to believe Mr. B was not the real second-in-command or that others at her level are

has more than one so-called second-in-command like

Sea City. I’ve yet to figure

instance. If it had not been for this trip to Sea City and the discovery of the bionic

not GTO’s second-in-command after all; she was

was in charge of

F-Poison

I’ll let you know if anything else comes up,” Quincy said,

the car,

left, Percival moved to the back seat. “What’s the plan for

Sea City lab is right under the Ashford

agreed. “Yeah, and the Boyd family will probably fall to Patrick soon. Once

knowing smiles, anticipating

Boyd family, something that had never happened in decades was happening – the first and the second branches united, completely sidelining Wendy and

the hell is the contract with the Ashford family? Speak up, you

still bruised from Nancy’s beating, was in no

“Ah, ah, ah…”

the hair. “Spit

the pain and spoke,

part in it. Hand over the Ashford contract now and change the name of it to Theodore and Hayden’s, or it’ll be the

side, seemingly oblivious, allowing their wives to wrestle control of the Boyd family.Books