The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Faye puckered her lips and scoffed dismissively. “It’s just for convenience, you know. I’ve only met Carl a handful of times. It was his uncle Scott and my dad who arranged our marriage from the start. We were bound to be linked by marriage sooner or later, so we figured we might as well choose someone we knew. That was the deal between us. Besides, Carl had a thing for Calista and almost called off our engagement. It was only his brother Ronald who stepped in and stopped him.”

Charlotte, always keen for some juicy gossip, prodded further. “How do you know it was Ronald who stopped him, not Carl himself wanting to stay engaged?”

“Are you kidding? He was head over heels for Calista at the time. There’s no way he wanted to stay engaged. He told me himself that Ronald convinced him to stick it out for the sake of the Brooks family, suggesting that eventually, he’d break off the engagement with me.”

“Pfft, I never realized Ronald was such a smooth talker. Now that his brother’s in a coma, I don’t see him pushing to call off the engagement. When exactly was he planning to do that?”

Just outside the door, Zachary happened to pass by and overheard Faye’s conversation, his expression growing even more somber.

He didn’t knock but instead went to find Vivienne.

“Madam, the warehouse has been unsealed, but they still took two robots from each of our warehouses for sampling and investigation,” he reported.

Vivienne was already aware of the situation. “Let them take their samples. I suspect that’s their real objective anyway.”

“But, Madam,” Zachary continued, “while questioning the agents, I managed to get a look at the serial numbers of the malfunctioning robots. They were all defective models that should have been destroyed long ago. There’s definitely a mole inside our organization. I suspect…”

“Just focus on what you’re doing; I’m on top of it,” Vivienne cut in.

Reassured, Zachary agreed. “Alright, I’ll follow your lead. And about Carl – do you need my help? I have some influence in M State; maybe I could find him.”

“No need. Someone’s already on it.”

Vivienne’s smile was cryptic as she dismissed the topic.

…

in a secluded manor in Rivenwood, Dracon sat staring out the window. This was Linklater territory, where no one dared to

a man in a dark suit entered,

head. “What’s this? F-Poison too scared

he calmly opened the red wine and poured it into a decanter, saying, “A married woman

how to play. Which number are

the man responded, maintaining a genteel

him. Straightening up,

want nothing more than to rescue Ms. Diana from

Dracon’s eyes lit up. “You found Diana? Where is

man casually cut into his steak as if slicing

the man’s wrist. “I’m talking to you. Are

a swift move, the man flipped his hand, driving the steak knife toward Dracon’s hand. Dracon jerked back just in time

heard him say, “Mr. Linklater, we have

and asked again,

“There’s a little issue with Percival lately. If you could… take care of him for us, then I could share Diana’s whereabouts. What

so easy to deal with, would you still be having trouble

a finger. “You managed to send Gillian to Vanguard Agency. Dealing with Percival should be simple for you. Here’s

as the man continued, “Percival recently visited Yorick,

the man leave,

all, Yorick

got into his car, he dialed F-Poison.

his biological father