The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 653

Griffin fretted that Percival might actually break Leopold in two, so she quickly wheeled his chair away from the scene.

Percival glanced in the direction the pair had escaped.

“Fine,” he thought, “Someday I’ll show ’em some old-school roughhousing!”

“Mr. Wolf, any luck running into Kenneth?” Vivienne strolled up and asked.

Suddenly inspired, she considered creating a new fragrance, a companion to the “Old Man” scent—calling it “Old Ruffian”.

Percival nodded. “Yeah, he looked pretty down, not even watching where he was going.”

“Ah, to be young again.” Karen chuckled.

After a brief discussion outside the ward about Dracon and Gillian’s situation, the group was about to head out for a meal when Karen’s cell phone rang.

It was Willa Perez.

Ever since Karen had returned to the Perez family, Willa had been conspicuously absent.

Karen had tried to reach out a few times, but Willa’s obsession ran deep; she wanted to track down F-Poison before returning to the Perez family.

Karen respected that. Willa had her own path to follow.

The unexpected message from Willa now piqued Karen’s curiosity.

The text contained a photo of a university gate abroad.

That very university was where Flynn had studied overseas—the same place F-Poison had once been.

Karen took a deep breath. “Willa’s on to F-Poison’s trail. Hopefully, she digs up some leads.”

In Scepter Country, Willa stared at the university’s gate and strode through with determination.

The campus was alive with the vigor of youth.

Every student, regardless of gender, wore bright smiles as if nourished by honey.

clad in a black leather jacket, walked across the field, her attire clashing with the sundresses

fashion spared her

guys, intrigued by

the signals around her, and

memory of a shooting that had occurred years

the monument bore inscriptions

time, fresh flowers still lay at the base, a silent tribute to the

one

also known as

lain

Shameless!

eyes betraying scorn, anger,

full of

Who was her mother?

was the purpose behind her

monster truly love his wife

Willa was baffled.

was the point of her existence

legacies, treasures, and

And her?

darkness, sorrow, a living apology to the world—if there was anything she shared with other children, it was

of a creator’s evil, shadowy

clenched as she stared

but it

honor someone you knew?” A voice

turned to see an older man dressed as a gardener, his hair

“No, nobody,” she replied.

It’s best that you’re not,” the man said as he arranged the flowers neatly and wiped the dust from

or Willa when he added, “I was here cleaning when the shooting happened, right in this spot. Scared the daylights out of me, peed my pants even. If it hadn’t been for Elliot,

was taken

pointed to the name,

and said, “Yes, him. A very genteel

brow furrowed. He

How is that possible?

more about what happened back then? I’m

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