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?

signs of viral

that Vivienne could only unravel by solving

to her lab,

special attention, but Willa felt compelled to stay

palms gently, whispering, “Sasha, when will

endlessly about their childhood memories and the days following Karen’s departure from the Perez

Dad seemed lost, searching tirelessly for you. He fell sick once and never fully recovered. Sasha, if you wake up, could you heal

was this one time when Maddox said I trained too much and offered a massage. But somehow, he dislocated my arm in the process. The pain lasted for

“I didn’t.”

chop, only to be

I was trying to help, but

haven’t eaten. I brought you some cake to tide you over

pressed her lips and withdrew her hand. However, her stomach

the cake

cake, Willa began to eat in silence, not resorting

and just wait for her,” Maddox soothed while

how could he not be worried when his sister, who had

She was certain Sasha would

massaged Karen,

are you coming back? Dad’s worried about

Willa remained silent.

for so long, she had barely found any leads. F-Poison was still

couldn’t face the

find F-Poison. Don’t carry all the burden yourself. Just like Sasha said, you

spoke up, “Maddox, what is

guard, Maddox’s eyes

you… just because. There’s no

pressed, “I don’t understand your feelings. I feel like you

were complex, faced with being considered a brother by the one he cared