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.”

“Have you met the big

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 to trace.” Quincy pulled out her phone and showed a forum post from F-Poison detailing the

trace the source on

We can’t track it with what we’ve got,” Percival said, looking back

but after all these years, GTO had upped their game. Plus, the original backdoor was locked

into GTO’s internal network was a

by the thought of having such a

the bomb on the ship, I was out of the

“Another team?”

“After Mr. B, namely Belle, was captured, I thought F-Poison would activate us, the underlings, but it never happened, and the operations kept running smoothly. This leads me to believe Mr. B was not the real

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

Sea City. I’ve yet to

instance. If it had not been for this trip to Sea City

second-in-command after all; she was just the regional

in charge

F-Poison

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

parked the car, and Quincy

moved to the back

City lab is right under the Ashford family’s factory. We’ll wait for him to slip

and the Boyd family will probably fall to Patrick soon. Once a person gets too big for their britches, they’re

smiles, anticipating

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

Ashford family? Speak up, you decrepit

beating, was in no

“Ah, ah, ah…”

Teresa kicked Wendy’s wheelchair aside and grabbed Eliza by the hair. “Spit it out, you

pain and spoke, “I don’t

you have no part in it. Hand over the

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