The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

After hanging up the call, Vivienne stormed into Finnian’s room, where other eight disciples were sprawled out, sleeping like logs. With a swift kick, she woke them from their slumber.

Dawson was the first to come to his senses, groggily nudging Jerry beside him. “Get up, man. We’ve gotta settle the score with Finnian.”

The group roused themselves one by one, taking in their surroundings and falling silent for a few seconds…

“Where the heck is Finnian?!”

Vivienne grabbed a magazine from the table and gave each of them a thwack on the head. “By the time you lot figure it out, Finnian will have skipped town!”

Dawson rubbed his sore head and pointed accusingly at Percival. “Vivienne, why aren’t you hitting him?”

Without missing a beat, Vivienne delivered another smack to Dawson. “He’s my man. Think you can measure up?”

Percival smirked smugly at the others, his expression just begging for a punch.

But what could they do? After all, he was Vivienne’s man.

The disciples collectively groaned, a chorus of shattered hearts.

After a round of scolding, Vivienne pointed toward the garden outside, “Go fix that fence and then frog hop around the villa ten times. No dinner until it’s done!”

“Vivienne, can we make it five laps?” Gary begged with puppy eyes.

Vivienne shot him a look that could freeze fire. “You, fifteen laps!”

Hearing that, the other disciples scattered like the wind. Fifteen laps were no joke!

Vivienne sighed heavily. “What’s the use of having all these guys if they can’t even keep an eye on an old man?”

Percival took Vivienne’s hand. “Let’s go. Now that Finnian’s made an appearance, he won’t hide again. We’ll have plenty of time to deal with him later.”

“Alright.”

Halfway out, Percival glanced at Vivienne, his lips pressed in query, “You didn’t notice Finnian drugging you yesterday?”

sharpened, a fleeting glint crossing her eyes,

honestly had

raised an eyebrow. “Finnian’s reputation is well-deserved,

but he must be skilled if

her tone casual yet firm. “It was not Finnian who drugged us

puzzled. “You

lips curved into a sly smile, her captivating eyes shimmering with an enigmatic light. “There’s

was not just confidence—it

best in medicine, but she was certainly not to

when it came

car, Vivienne

was odd—Yuri never called early in the morning. Something

a moment’s silence,

are you busy? Can you come over? My dad’s had an

in Vivienne’s heart, “I’m

floored the gas pedal, driving straight to the Perez

car and into the house, where Yuri and

Vivienne asked

tears, but Yuri managed to remain composed, saying, “This morning, Dad was fine, walking Natalia and Yasmine in

that flared up once in

warnings in the past, but this time,

from before?” Vivienne asked as

of a sighting of Sasha near Fariana Isle. When he arrived,

the complexity of

named Keegan, was treating

asking, “Professor Keegan, how is

and there’s something odd. His breathing is stable, but his

look.” Vivienne approached,

because of her youth; instead,

deepened as she felt Jasper’s pulse. It was almost imperceptible, yet his breathing was eerily calm—as

This was medically impossible.

a prescription and handed it to Keegan. “Professor Keegan, could you please prepare this? Thank you.”Books