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 from outside,

person, suspect is

in horror at the sight of the

swear, this isn’t my doing. I don’t know

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

flicker of guilt crossed Patrick’s

code name

fallen to his knees, realizing

did you

Patrick had been operating under GTO for the past decade,

searching for Karen’s legacy potion,

had been amassing wealth through drug production

become bolder in

“What’s done in the

ambition to absorb the Boyd family’s mysterious business network

Patrick schemed

Percival and Vivienne continued their investigation. Tracing Keco led them to the factory where

in truth, it

Leopold also arrived at

secured the factory – found a 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

factory was

dead

City was known to the local division, and

to escort Patrick out and seal off

watched the entire ordeal, too stunned to grasp what

were Percival and Vivienne,

on earth

had changed overnight;

Percival had shut down the Ashford Mansion, he and Vivienne left without