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.

rushed to steady him. “Didn’t I tell you to take it easy? Are you trying to undo your stitches? Do you have any idea how many wounds

sleep to watch over Leopold.

protested, propped up in bed, swathed in bandages,

her head. “No. Dad mentioned your father’s not

be fretting over nothing. Ow,

while feeding Leopold, “Still out. Anna’s with him. Don’t worry, Vivienne said it’s just

his meal, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, with Vivienne and Boss on

nonchalance, Leopold’s eyes darted

wheelchair and helped Leopold to Soren’s

chummy. Can’t it

some fresh

Karen and Vivienne

How’s Soren?

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

was baffled. “What’s wrong with Anna being there? Let me

held it back. “Vivienne and Cordelia are staying out

but complied,

Anna sat in a chair, tenderly wiping Soren’s face with a damp

Leopold gasped.

the world? When did

to bicker nonstop, and now they seemed deeply

really Anna? It had to

are a good match. They might seem cold on the

“There must be a reason. Did Soren save Anna’s life

of. We heard from the team that Soren gave her his last life-saving pill,

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

the devil, Kenneth arrived just in

of thoughtfully chosen gifts, and an assortment of health supplements, Kenneth stood behind the crowd,

take it easy. I’ll swing by tomorrow to check on her.”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join