The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 672

Brody stepped aside, his hand gently cupping Gillian’s cheek, directing her gaze toward the front door.

There, Percival and Vivienne stood, arm in arm, beaming at her with the radiant joy of a blooming bouquet.

Gillian’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend the spectacle before her.

What on earth was happening?

Hadn’t Percival taken the bait already?

How could this be?

Where in the world was she?

With a casual wave, Percival called out to Gillian, “Don’t just hop into a stranger’s ride.”

With that, he wrapped his arm around Vivienne’s waist, and they strolled away.

Despair engulfed Gillian. It felt like she was staring into an abyss that was her life’s end.

But unbeknownst to her, dying wouldn’t be easy—not with Brody holding the reins.

Brody fished out a spray bottle from Gillian’s purse, examining it with a smirk, “Whoa, isn’t this the powerful aphrodisiac I whipped up a few years back? Just a drop, and it’ll have you in a frenzy of desire.”

Swallowing hard, Gillian glared defiantly, “What… what do you plan to do with me? I’m warning you, don’t you dare touch me!”

Brody let out a scoff. “Lady, are you for real? Even if I were desperate to hit the sack with you, you’d be the one getting lucky. Where’s this confidence coming from?”

With that, he sprayed half the bottle on Gillian’s lower body. “I’ve never seen someone that eager, and I’m curious.”

In a mere second, Gillian was writhing in agony, her cries filled with torment. It was hell.

Brody relished her suffering, his gaze shifting to the curious Calista as a wicked idea took root.

“Calista,” he said slyly, “this lady here is crazy about Percival. It’s because of her that he ditched you.”

instant, and she lunged at Gillian, fists flying. “Vivienne, you bitch, I’m

grabbed Calista’s hands, directing

unhinged, was relentless,

blood. Yet the two women, one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious

Since her arrival in Rivenwood, she had been a constant target of

now, her fate seemed

the spectacle immensely

the YQ Research Center

for the car door, Percival grasped her wrist. “I’ve given this car to Brody. Let’s switch

a spendthrift,”

her right, this car was a recent splurge by Percival. When

the scolding, disdainfully shed his suit jacket, tossing it along with

this car and jacket. They’re

this

not nothing,” Percival

touched was no longer fit for his Vivienne.

agreement. “Alright, we’ll do it your

wheeled up another car. “Mr. and

her phone rang with an

rarely received unsolicited calls. Who

she answered on speakerphone, “Who’s

you! I’m in an M

“Hand it over.”

young and anxious, the

Vivienne found the second

“Carl?”

a moment before saying, “Yes, it’s me,

dead before

but there

sanatorium in M State?

perplexed. Why would Carl call her, urging her to

had already started tracking Carl’s signal,

head out of the

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