The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Ethan’s elder brother, Asher Grimshaw, stood next in line to inherit the Grimshaw family’s legacy as the patriarch.

Ethan seemed to be immersed in the world of medicine, but in truth, he was running errands for their aunt in the family business.

Together, they were consumed with the quest for an elixir of eternal youth.

It was likely no coincidence that Samantha had met Ethan; it reeked of the Grimshaws’ machinations.

But this suited her just fine. She had grown weary of simple emotional entanglements; in this world, the strongest bonds were those forged by mutual benefit.

Pausing, she smirked and said, “You don’t expect me to help you research the elixir of eternal youth, do you?”

Her question sounded more like a statement.

Ms. Grimshaw chuckled softly, not denying it. “Have you considered it?”

Her icy gaze slid toward Ethan. “After all, my dear nephew has done so much for you. And the outside world is not so kind.”

Samantha knew she referred to Vivienne and Percival’s crowd, along with the Vanguard Agency.

After a recent clash, GTO was scattered, and without the support of the Grimshaw family, Samantha knew she’d be a sitting duck if she dared show her face.

Ms. Grimshaw was not merely suggesting; she was cornering Samantha into an agreement.

With a coy smile, Samantha straightened her dress and sat up. “Well, when you put it that way, I can hardly refuse such generous hospitality. We’ve been collaborators for so long; what’s one more day?”

It was true that they had been collaborators. After all, Ethan’s resources had always been at her disposal.

Samantha prided herself on being a master of timing. “Moreover, any resources I still command will be at your disposal.”

…

the aroma of coffee filled the air as Arthur

up hesitantly. “Kaitlyn said that the item has been taken by Vivienne. I

again?” Arthur frowned, “She refuses to

the hospital. I’m always one step behind, and

hint of frustration. “I’ve run out of options, so I had to come to

his brow furrowed. “You want me to

“But…”

find a solution soon, she

herself at Percival’s mercy. She didn’t

raised an eyebrow. “Just go

puzzled. “Really? Wasn’t it you who told me to keep a low profile and avoid contact with the

leaving behind a cryptic, “The time is right,”

retreating figure, mumbling, “What time is

…

Meanwhile, at Kaitlyn’s villa.

treating Tyler, Vivienne was about to leave when Kaitlyn

yesterday?” Vivienne wasn’t surprised by what

item back to me. I’m

out of options. As long as I have it, Victoria will have to wait. I’m busy lately and can’t deal with her, but I’ll talk

own troubles with Victoria. “But what if Victoria Abernathy doesn’t want to

the patient type. Otherwise, their

that always seemed to work magic, “Trust

conversation, Vivienne

had been causing trouble, as

fry who had been hiding

were stretched

Huxley, who was locked

At the Boyd Estate.