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.

cold edge to her voice. “Save your

useless,” the man scolded, but Samantha

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

Vivienne was so prepared that she could not even notice the siege beforehand, her options

on the other side of the call remained silent as

After quite some time, the man finally said

silently, turning back to the

and someone was unloading a

up the place, she

clearly

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

she grabbed an object from the drawer,

contemplated her next move,

Percival stood there, their

to be first. Thought your mother would beat you to

of mischief. Probably because of her running earlier, a few strands of stray hair dangled before her eyes, adding a unique allure

not needed

think you can take

smile was bright

quickly. “Let’s talk. Might be our last chance,

could rescue her. She was fairly certain that she would not be

Vivienne and Percival chuckled.

authority. “Feeling chatty

“You

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

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

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