The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 745

Midnight.

Above the YQ Research Center, in the manor house nestled under the shadow of night.

In the pitch-dark living room, sobs echoed intermittently.

The ghostly moonlight slipped through the windows, faintly revealing the silhouette of a person writhing on the floor.

"Click!"

Lights flooded the villa, illuminating the figures of Vivienne and Percival as they emerged from the darkness.

Their cold gazes fell upon Ramona, who was bound hand and foot in the center of the room. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

By day, she was a damsel in distress, but now her eyes, having adjusted to the light, glared furiously at the two of them.

Percival gestured slightly, and Thomas stepped forward to rip the duct tape from Ramona's mouth.

Instantly, Ramona twisted in agony, collapsing to the floor, groaning uncontrollably.

Anna sauntered over, crouched beside her, and propped her up, gripping her cheek firmly, "Ms. Grimshaw, I'd advise you not to fight this. Answer our questions, and maybe we can all play nice. Otherwise, well let's just say we won't be so merciful."

Anna's hand, holding a switchblade, brushed lightly over Ramona's wrist.

Her icy eyes paused momentarily, giving a subtle shake of her head to Vivienne.

Vivienne's fingertip twitched, and Anna stood up, retreating to her position behind Vivienne, her sharp gaze never leaving Ramona.

masking

Ramona's meridians...

what on earth do you

to Percival with tearful eyes, "Mr. Ellington, are you really going to let your fiancée run wild? She's already ruined my career; why won't you just leave me alone?" Vivienne propped her head on her hand,

her. Their performances wouldn't have been so unconvincing back

elbow, "Mr. Wolf, your damsel

you wanted to tear down the

palace? Mr. Wolf, I seriously doubt the image I have in your heart," Vivienne wrinkled

his fingers with hers, "As heaven is my witness, you are flawless in my eyes, the woman I

time, Vivienne still felt her heart race every time he looked at her with those deep, affectionate eyes and spoke those cheesy lines. Ramona was baffled. Weren't they supposed to be interrogating

had the scene flipped

and Anna, standing behind Percival and Vivienne, tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as

relentless public displays of

Let me go!" Ramona couldn't stand

popped the bubble of

don't want to make this difficult for you. We just want to know who's pulling your strings." Ramona's panic was fleeting, "What do you mean 'pulling my strings'? Vivienne, I'm telling you, everything you posted online is fake. I could sue you for slander. Why is your mind filled

your meridians, to make yourself look like

are you spouting?! What skills? I

not going to give up till the last second, huh? Anna, turn on the

replied in a deep

are

projection screen, where Anna tapped a few keys on her laptop, connecting the

screen, there was a bleak, dark

light, a disheveled woman named Gillian sat askew in a

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