The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne didn’t respond. The enigma of F-Poison still perplexed her heart. He was the first mystery she’d pursued for so long without any leads.

The same was true for Karen, of course.

“It seems the answer to the secret still lies in the potion,” Karen said, gently tousling Vivienne’s hair and pinching her cheek. “Come on, let’s head to the lab.”

Vivienne rolled over on Karen. “Mom, can we grab a bite before we go?”

“Why is it always about food with you?”

“Mr. Wolf always takes me for a treat before we head out. If you don’t, I’m not going anywhere!”

Karen’s lips curved into a slight smile as she pulled out her phone and dialed Percival. “Your Vivienne is craving something delicious. Can you drop it off at YQ Research Center?”

Percival was in the middle of a meeting, but upon hearing the request, he immediately wrapped it up.

Nothing was more important than Vivienne wanting a delectable treat!

Watching her mother’s cunning face, Vivienne grumbled, “I got all my sneakiness from you!”

“Well, you’re my girl, aren’t you? Let’s get moving!”

There was no helping it; the only person who could truly handle Vivienne was Karen.

At the YQ Research Center, Percival arrived with a Japanese meal and decided to wait around.

Brody passed by Percival multiple times, rolling his eyes at each encounter.

Finally, Percival caught him. “Ever know what it’s like to have an eyeball gouged out?”

Brody shivered but retorted, “You heartbreaker. Do you know what it feels like to be castrated?”

Percival was baffled; had he broken Brody’s heart or what?

Realization dawned upon Brody from Percival’s expression, “Not me! That pig!”

Percival was even more confused now. Which pig was he talking about?

rolled his eyes and dragged Percival

sitting in it, with only one eye

something incomprehensible, this person

conducting experiments. The only way to keep her calm is by plastering your photos around, which is

her

Karen also arrived, each

girl’s organs starting

my fault.

knew what kind of experiments

she is indeed slowly regenerating her organs, the human body’s endurance is limited. Her organs will inevitably begin to fail, and by the looks of it, she won’t last

salmon sushi. “Really? I’ll look for another

nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, please hurry. But please, no more of your love rivals; I don’t want to be collecting

paused, popping the next piece of salmon into her own mouth and casting a glance at

to himself:

this world! Except for

the thought of turning Brody into a test subject crossing

sushi, observing Calista’s failing organs, then

bring the ST-1 and

were stunned, but Vivienne

first to object, adamantly refusing, “No way, Boss. We only have two doses of ST-1 left. You’ve already had me alter cell growth with it, which has wasted a lot. If we inject this into her, there will be no chance for research! If you want her dead,

picking up ST-1 and preparing to inject it into

about this,

collar as if he were a little puppy. “ST-1 is her

dawned on Brody. “Alright, alright, do

these two women were

had a significant reputation in the underworld, a name

because of the

say the

Vivienne didn’t have the time to pay attention to Brody’s internal cries. They injected Calista, who had

numerous monitoring devices, tracking the condition

injection, there was no immediate change. Calista seemed to be in agonizing pain, writhing on the floor, screaming incoherently, reminiscent of Flynn’s torment

stabilized. She sat on the floor, gasping for air as the pain on her

to normal levels. They were still low

to repair Calista’s failing and nearly dead

incredulous

medical intervention has its limits, and once those