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

useless,” the man scolded, but Samantha cut him off with a

a new research direction. If 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 get

as if he were contemplating whether it was worth it to

the

silently, turning

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

up the place, she realized, her

had clearly

strategic advantage, using high-tech to cloak the area

grabbed an object from

next move, the

Percival stood there, their

you to be first. Thought your

looked down at Samantha, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. Probably because of her running earlier, a few strands of stray hair dangled before her eyes, adding a unique allure to

needed to handle

you think you can take me?” Samantha taunted with

Vivienne’s smile

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

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

Vivienne and Percival chuckled.

a chair, sitting down with an air of authority. “Feeling

stiffened. “You

Ellington isn’t the real one. He is Francis . The real Flynn

GTO. And you, Imogen, your real name is Samantha! You and F-Poison grew

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