The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Yorick Linklater squinted his eyes, truly oblivious to the fact that his most well-behaved son had been stirring up such trouble behind his back.

To think his son had even ventured into the black market, exploiting his privileges!

He had surely underestimated this wretched boy!

The next moment, Yorick’s boot connected viciously with Dracon’s jaw, nearly shattering it. “You beast, shut your mouth! Worthless trash!”

Dracon was in too much pain to speak.

Yorick, tired of the spectacle, settled back into his chair. “Percival, come in.”

Percival stepped through the door, his steely gaze briefly sweeping over the maggot writhing on the floor. “Yorick.”

“This mess is my fault for not keeping a tighter leash. I’ll cover all the losses the Brooks family has suffered. Go back and tell Vivienne not to fret about the bionic tech incident. I’ll look into it discreetly. As for F-Poison, we’re blind until she surfaces again.”

Percival was of the same mind. “Understood.”

Yorick exhaled deeply, producing a contract. “Take this as compensation for Vivienne and the Brooks family. We’ll address the losses separately.”

Percival scanned the document—it was an international business contract. Without lifting a finger, they’d rake in thirty billion dollars a year.

He pocketed the contract unceremoniously. Vivienne, the little money-hoarder, would probably forgive all his transgressions at the sight of it!

“Yorick, I’ll take my leave then.” Percival grinned, knowing full well that Dracon was not his problem to handle.

With Dracon silenced by Yorick and Gillian taken away for investigation, it seemed peace would reign, at least for a while.

Matthew held the contract with a grin that threatened to split his face. Thirty billion dollars! That was his salary for three whole years! Now, with this windfall, he could certainly petition Vivienne for a bonus.

Percival shook his head at the sight of Matthew’s glee, musing how he mirrored Vivienne’s expression when it came to money. No wonder Leopold pinched pennies like no other—it was an Emerald Mountain tradition!

“Achoo!” Leopold sneezed so violently as soon as he woke up that he nearly tore his sutures.

you trying to undo your

been a constant presence at the hospital, forgoing sleep to watch over

up in bed,

mentioned your father’s not been

be fretting over nothing.

food, replied while feeding Leopold, “Still out. Anna’s with him. Don’t worry, Vivienne said it’s just the anesthesia—he’ll

nodding in agreement. “Yeah, with Vivienne and Boss on it, he’ll be fine.

Leopold’s eyes darted toward the

his concern, fetched a wheelchair and helped Leopold to

guys aren’t usually this chummy. Can’t it wait?” Griffin fretted over Leopold’s

some fresh air,” Leopold

room to find Karen and Vivienne chatting outside. Vivienne frowned at Leopold. “Who

some fresh air. How’s

Leopold all too well. “Anna’s with him. Just take

with Anna being there? Let me

and

puzzled but complied, peering

sat in a chair, tenderly wiping Soren’s face with a damp cloth. Her motions were gentle, her gaze

Leopold gasped.

in the world? When

and now they seemed deeply

really Anna? It had to

and Soren are a good match. They might seem cold on the outside, but they’re both

Leopold looked up in surprise. “There must be

from the team that Soren gave her

finally felt reassured. “I thought so. And here I’ve been rooting for Kenneth. I can’t let Soren get the

Kenneth arrived

with a bouquet, a collection of thoughtfully chosen gifts, and an assortment of health supplements, Kenneth stood behind the crowd, peering through the glass at how

when Anna comes out, hand her these things for me, will ya? I gotta run, but tell her to take it easy. I’ll swing by tomorrow to check on her.”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join &