The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glared at Flynn with venom in his eyes, yet his clenched fist hung suspended, unable to deliver the blow.

A sudden realization washed over him – the man before him was nothing like the uncle he remembered.

This man didn’t deserve to carry the name Flynn, didn’t deserve the family name, and certainly didn’t deserve his fury!

With a slow release, Percival let go, watching Flynn crumple to the ground like a free-falling ragdoll.

Flynn made no attempt to break his fall, laughing softly as he hit the floor, a sound as dry as autumn leaves.

No one knew what his laughter meant, nor could they guess what thoughts were twining through his mind.

Percival pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and, with a look of indifference, tossed it beside the fallen man. “White Tiger, I wonder if you’ll still be so cocky without your precious ST-1.”

The laughter ceased abruptly, and Flynn’s eyes, sharp as daggers, fixed on Percival.

“What do you mean by that?”

With a mocking laugh, Percival said, “Exactly what I said,” and turned to leave.

Flynn tried to follow, but chains bound him tightly, rendering him immobile.

All he could do was roar at the iron bars, “Hold it! Clarify your words, stop!”

Percival ignored the shouts and drove away.

Truth be told, his words were a mere guess, sparked by evidence brought back by Willa – a hunch that Flynn had been injecting ST-1.

And it turned out to be accurate.

What was the effect of ST-1 that even Flynn couldn’t resist using it?

no signs of viral infection and was in

mystery remained one that Vivienne could only unravel by solving

headed to her

required no special attention, but Willa felt compelled to stay by

palms gently, whispering, “Sasha, when will

memories and the days following Karen’s departure from

you. He fell sick once and never fully recovered. Sasha,

Maddox said I trained too much and offered a massage. But somehow, he dislocated my arm in the

“I didn’t.”

to be stopped by

to help, but you resisted,

cake, explained, “Vivienne mentioned you haven’t eaten. I brought you some cake to tide you over

and withdrew her hand. However, her stomach

cake to

to eat in silence, not resorting to

always keeps her word. So, let’s not worry and just wait for her,” Maddox soothed

not be worried when his sister, who had just

holding onto hope. She

Karen, he

coming

Willa remained silent.

the Perez family for so long, she had barely found any leads. F-Poison was still at large, the ST-1 mystery

the

F-Poison. Don’t carry all the burden yourself. Just like Sasha said, you need to be happy,

up, “Maddox, what is it about me that

Maddox’s eyes

you… just because. There’s

pressed, “I don’t understand your feelings. I feel like you shouldn’t like me. It’s strange;

a