The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vance and Micah had turned the place upside down but found no trace of anyone.

Noah had dropped dead as if life had abruptly come to an end.

“Karen, have you ever seen anything like this?” Vance inquired.

Karen shook her head. “It’s not poison, not a concealed weapon, not a heart attack… I’ve never heard of such a death!”

“What in the world is going on?” Micah was equally baffled.

Just then, Karen received a call from Vivienne.

“Mom, F-Poison escaped!”

An hour earlier, Vivienne had led a team from the Nine Mystics Society to F-Poison’s hideout, sprinkling the area with a potent toxin to make sure not even a fly could escape.

But when they surrounded F-Poison’s lair, they found it empty.

Aside from a collection of masks and a variety of clothing and bags, there was no clue about F-Poison’s whereabouts.

Unlike before, F-Poison had left in such a hurry that she had not even had time to cover her tracks properly.

It was like when Vivienne had tracked down a new bomb prototype, and GTO had hurriedly left a model behind.

Vivienne took a deep breath. “Someone tipped her off!”

…

At the border town between Sea City and Rivenwood, F-Poison, dressed in a pure white dress and wearing Gillian’s face with delicate makeup, strolled along a flowery path.

A man in a sleek suit followed her, his expression solemn.

“Thanks for saving me this time,” F-Poison said, turning around with a bright smile, like a girl in love, innocent and endearing.

The man remained unmoved, his eyes even flashing with disdain.

“You were foolish!”

the face of the man’s anger. She casually picked a flower, sniffed it, and then tucked it into her hair. “Don’t worry, Noah won’t spill anything. If I want them dead, they won’t live. Otherwise, why

after you develop

hand dismissively. “No thanks, I’m not

subject, F-Poison asked, “Does this flower look

halted, seemingly irritated with F-Poison’s

I won’t be in touch

away, his

he’s much better compared to

on the ground and stamped it into

disappearance, the Vanguard Agency

have predicted that Noah, long revered as a hero of

of the Vanguard Agency and the

one to ensure they had no ties to GTO before being

they had personally apprehended Noah. After all, they were his closest protégés,

Agency was rigorous and meticulous. Even

grueling days of questioning, Vance and Micah were finally released, looking gaunt as if they had

and others were waiting outside. Seeing Micah emerge,

Director, are you

alright? They’ve tormented me to the

get you home; the car’s been warmed

Micah into the car, but no one seemed to

young agents; after all, he had

forward,

Beep beep!

and looked back, surprised to see Darren

rushed over, “I’ve come

up and asked in astonishment, “Who told you

his lips, “she said you’re like a poor old man returning from a trip with no one to pick you up, so she gave

was not the sentimental type;

enough, as Darren started the car,

your Auntie Karen has returned.” Melissa’s voice was a mix of excitement and nostalgia,

and drove to

changed and refreshed, stepped out of the