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.

a cold edge to her voice. “Save your

man scolded, but Samantha cut him off with

new research direction. If you don’t save me, you can

had evaded capture before, using her tech savvy, but if Vivienne was so prepared that she could not even notice the siege beforehand, her options were limited. She

other side of the call remained silent as if he were contemplating whether

time, the

with relief silently, turning back to

were at the villa’s front, and someone

the place, she

had clearly underestimated

cloak the area behind an illusionary barrier. But

she grabbed an object from the drawer, her

contemplated her next

Percival stood there, their expressions

chuckled. “Didn’t expect you to be first. Thought your mother

of mischief. Probably because of her running

needed to handle

take me?”

smile was bright

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

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

Vivienne and Percival chuckled.

pulled up a chair, sitting down with an air of authority. “Feeling chatty today, Auntie. Does my uncle know about

“You know

that the man you have locked up as Flynn Ellington isn’t the real

real name is Samantha! You and F-Poison grew up together. You must be

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