The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Indeed, no sooner had Percival finished speaking than he received a confidential message from the higher-ups.

He was ordered to return to Rivenwood immediately to take control of the situation at Rivenwood headquarters.

Stretching languidly, Vivienne remarked, “Looks like it’s time to wrap this up.”

That evening, Mara sat anxiously in the living room of the Ashford Mansion.

“Gillian, I’m still worried. What did Percival mean? I didn’t say anything, and he said he’d bring what you want. This…”

Gillian handed Mara a cup of steaming cola. “Oh, don’t fret, sweetheart. If your brother said so, we just wait. Dad mentioned that as long as the contract and the Boyd family signet ring are brought over, you can inherit the Boyd family. Trust me.”

To Gillian, neither the contract nor the Boyd family signet ring mattered much; she could not understand why Patrick was so hung up on them.

Earlier tonight, she had merely phoned Patrick to inform him that Mara had brought the items without getting into details.

Before long, Percival arrived at the Ashford Mansion with Vivienne, knocking on the door.

Gillian quickly primped her hair and went to answer the door, brimming with excitement. To her absolute surprise, the door opened to a squad of armed individuals who stormed in and surrounded the Ashford Mansion.

Staring at Percival in disbelief, Gillian asked, “Mr. Ellington, what is this?”

“Patrick is suspected of drug trafficking. We’re here to search the premises.” Percival produced a search warrant, flicking it so that agents from Vanguard Agency began scouring the Ashford Mansion.

“You must be mistaken; my father has been framed…” Gillian stepped back, only to see someone retrieve a plaster doll from her room.

It was a gift from Patrick for her eighteenth birthday.

With a crack, the doll shattered, spilling its contents on the floor: a bag of Keco!

Vivienne approached, opened the bag, and took a sniff. “This is the original Keco we’ve been searching for, identical to the batch seized at the docks.”

closing came

in person,

was led inside, his face contorted in horror at the sight of the

this isn’t my doing. I don’t know why this would be in

Mr. Keco?” Vivienne dangled the bag of Keco, shaking it with a smirk. “How did my

flicker of guilt crossed

Patrick’s code name within the

fallen to his knees,

How did you

operating under GTO for the past decade, essentially acting as their chief in Sea

relentlessly searching for Karen’s legacy potion, Patrick was

had been amassing wealth through drug production and trafficking, providing GTO with

he had become bolder in his illicit

the dark will come

Patrick, but his ambition to absorb the Boyd family’s mysterious business network was too great to

outsiders, yet Patrick schemed to overtake the Boyds and unearth

led them to the

tech, but in truth, it was a front for drug

also arrived at

we’ve secured the factory – found a five-ton stockpile. This guy’s bigger than some international kingpins,” Leopold slapped Patrick on the head, “Damn, thought

factory was just a drug production site, not

another dead end,

true purpose in Sea City was known to the local division, and GTO’s virus research

the agents to escort Patrick out and

ordeal, too stunned to grasp

could her father be involved in drug trafficking? Who were Percival

on earth

understand how everything had changed overnight; all she knew was that

he and Vivienne left without a