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.”

car doors closing came from outside, a

in person, suspect is secured, we can wrap

his face contorted in horror at the

I don’t know why

Ashford, or rather, should I call you Mr. Keco?” Vivienne dangled the bag of Keco, shaking it with a smirk. “How did my mom ever overlook your talent? You

flicker of guilt crossed Patrick’s

name within

fallen to his knees, realizing

did

the past decade,

and Belle, who were relentlessly searching for Karen’s

production and trafficking, providing GTO

years, he had become bolder in his

in the dark will come

Patrick, but his ambition to absorb the Boyd

was unknown to outsiders, yet Patrick schemed to overtake the Boyds and

and Vivienne continued their investigation. Tracing Keco led them to

in truth, it was a front for drug production, exploiting bionic

Leopold also arrived at this

five-ton stockpile. This guy’s bigger than some international kingpins,” Leopold slapped Patrick on the head, “Damn, thought I’d have a big bust, but the DEA

glanced up, knowing from Leopold’s words that the factory was just a drug

dead end, though not

to the local division, and GTO’s virus

agents to escort Patrick out and seal off the

too stunned

involved in drug trafficking? Who were Percival and

on earth was

changed overnight;

and Vivienne left without a