The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 690

Tom raised his hand, signaling the squad to advance.

The crew approached the villa at a measured pace.

Vivienne and Percival lagged behind, letting the first wave take point before ambushing, quickly followed by the second. It wasn’t long before the villa was surrounded.

Inside the villa.

Samantha’s eyes snapped open, her hand instinctively touching her face. Sensing something amiss, she bolted up and strode to the mirror. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together at her reflection.

Her face was etched with wrinkles. Her skin was aging rapidly.

“Damn it!” she cursed, slamming her palm down on the wooden desk, which splintered under the force. “Another failure.”

She had slept all day, yet the lines on her face hadn’t softened. ST-1 couldn’t stave off her aging.

At this rate, she would die before getting what she wanted.

Samantha composed herself, then dialed a number on her phone.

“Didn’t I say no calls unless it’s urgent?” a gruff voice snapped from the other end, clearly irked.

Ignoring his tone, Samantha went straight to the point. “Time to develop a new drug. ST-1 isn’t cutting it. I think we can start by…”

She stopped mid-sentence, bolting to the window. Seeing the siege outside, her expression darkened.

“What’s going on?” the man demanded.

“I’ve been made.”

“Idiot!” he barked.

her voice. “Save your insults. Better hurry if you want

scolded, but Samantha cut him off with a

you don’t save me, you

but if Vivienne was so prepared that she could not even notice the siege beforehand, her options were limited. She had to rely on that man to

call remained silent as if

the man finally

with relief silently, turning back to the scene

villa’s front, and someone was unloading a cart

blow up the

clearly underestimated

to cloak the area behind an illusionary barrier. But somehow, Vivienne had

eyes narrowed as she grabbed an object from the

she contemplated her next move, the door

and Percival stood

expect you to be first. Thought your

her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. Probably because of her running earlier,

not needed

think you can take me?” Samantha taunted with

smile

rattled by Vivienne’s confidence and beauty, recovered quickly. “Let’s talk. Might be our last chance, nephew

She was fairly certain that she would not be able to escape using only the thing in

Vivienne and Percival chuckled.

with an air of authority. “Feeling chatty today, Auntie. Does my uncle

stiffened. “You

the fact that the man you have locked up as Flynn Ellington isn’t the real one. He is Francis . The real Flynn

And you, Imogen, your real name is Samantha! You and F-Poison grew up together. You must be

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