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.”

Gillian, fists flying. “Vivienne, you bitch,

grabbed Calista’s hands,

unhinged, was relentless,

the two women, one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to

Gillian. Since her arrival in Rivenwood, she had been a constant

now, her fate seemed

immensely entertaining. “Gillian’s gonna make one hell of a

left the YQ Research Center and approached their

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

such a spendthrift,”

car was a recent

it along

touched this car and jacket.

chuckled. “All this fuss

nothing,” Percival

fit for his Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied by

“Alright, we’ll do

another car. “Mr. and Mrs.

in when her phone rang with an unknown

she rarely

at Percival, she answered on speakerphone,

really you! I’m in

“Hand it over.”

the call, one young and anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if recovering from a serious

Vivienne found the second

“Carl?”

before saying, “Yes, it’s me, Vivienne. Come quickly,

dead before he could

there

that? A sanatorium in M State? Why does

frowned, perplexed. Why would Carl call her, urging her to

already started tracking Carl’s signal,

we head out of the

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