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.

the man scolded, but Samantha cut

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

even notice the siege beforehand, her options were limited. She had to

silent as if he were

quite some time, the man finally

exhaled with relief silently, turning back to

the villa’s front, and someone was unloading a

the place,

clearly

cloak

as she grabbed an object from the drawer,

her next move,

stood there,

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

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

needed

think you can take

smile was bright

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

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

Vivienne and Percival chuckled.

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

“You know

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

RST, CK, and GTO. And you, Imogen, your real name is Samantha! You and

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