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 the

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

to trace the source on her laptop but hit a dead

mentor’s days. We can’t track

a backdoor, but after all these years, GTO had upped their game. Plus, the

internal network was a pipe

by the thought of

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

“Another team?”

right,” Quincy confirmed. “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 second-in-command or that others at her level

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

in Sea City. I’ve yet to figure out who that

If it had not been for this trip to Sea City and the discovery of the bionic scandal, Vivienne would never have suspected

after all; she was just the

was in charge of Sea

F-Poison

let you know if anything else

car, and

to the

eyes. “The Sea City lab is right under the Ashford family’s factory. We’ll wait for

the Boyd family will probably fall to Patrick soon. Once a

smiles, anticipating the final

was happening – the first and the second branches united, completely sidelining Wendy and Eliza

the hell is the contract with the Ashford family? Speak up, you decrepit old fool!” Teresa slammed her hand on the table,

from Nancy’s beating, was in no state to

“Ah, ah, ah…”

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

bore the pain and spoke,

tell you, our family is the rightful heir. Even if we two families have to split the assets, you have no part in it. Hand over the Ashford contract now and

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