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.

voice. “Save your insults. Better hurry if you

man scolded, but Samantha cut him off

If you don’t save me, you can

capture before, using her tech savvy, but if Vivienne was so prepared that she could not even notice the siege beforehand, her options

remained silent as if he

the

silently, turning

Percival were at the villa’s front, and someone was unloading

to blow up the place, she realized, her eyes

had clearly underestimated

its strategic advantage, using high-tech to cloak the area

narrowed as she grabbed an object

her next move, the door burst

Percival stood

expect you to be first. Thought your mother would beat you to

Probably because of her running

needed

can take me?”

smile was bright

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

could rescue her. She was fairly certain that she would not be able to escape using only

Vivienne and Percival chuckled.

authority. “Feeling chatty today, Auntie. Does

“You know about

Flynn Ellington isn’t the real one. He is Francis . The real Flynn died in that shootout years ago,” Vivienne said, her gaze

GTO. And you, Imogen, your real name is Samantha! You and F-Poison grew up together. You must be 90 years old

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