The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1111

"Don't forget, it was us who watched that plane blow up and plummet into the ocean, with not a soul left alive. The boss himself checked it out. How could Percival possibly have survived that and swum back from the depths?" Mrs. Thompson, the wife of Mayor Thompson, voiced her disagreement with the emerging theory. "And with Sebastian being around us for so many years, we would've been the first to notice anything off. You know it as well as I do, don't you?"

She couldn't wrap her head around the idea that Sebastian could have been replaced by Percival. It seemed utterly implausible.

"Remember, this is the boss's orders. You said it yourself; we can't go against him. Whether it's true or not, we've got to look into it, just to be safe," Mayor Thompson, adjusted the documents Connor had sent over and stepped out of the room. As he descended the stairs, he saw Sebastian walking down the corridor towards him.

Pondering over the recent events, he followed Mrs. Thompson towards Sebastian.

Sebastian had noticed the two from early on but chose to remain silent as they approached.

Mayor Thompson, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, stepped forward. "Sebastian, what are you doing out here?"

Sebastian, not turning to face him, responded indifferently, "Something on your mind?"

This casual demeanor was typical of Sebastian, making Mayor Thompson's blood boil. "You're not usually one to bask in the sun, now, are you?"

"What sun?" Sebastian's glance was filled with disdain.

The sky was overcast all day, yet Mayor Thompson was spouting nonsense.

Changing the subject without a hitch, Mayor Thompson asked, "Did the master and his apprentice come to detoxify you today?"

"Not yet," Sebastian answered truthfully.

"And when do they usually do it?"

It seemed Sebastian's patience was wearing thin with Mayor Thompson's prying, as he sharply withdrew his gaze, "Aren't you more aware of this than I am? Why play dumb?"

leaving Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's presence, Sebastian's mood was evidently soured, visible even from his

one could mimic his exact attitude to death itself!" Mrs. Thompson fumed as

didn't agree this time, his gaze lingering

anything that might spoil

Mayor Thompson accompanied

demeanor had shifted to a welcoming smile as he addressed Vivienne, "Dropping off

nodded, her expression serene, turning to leave before Mayor

about to let her off so easily, signaling his men

intimidated by Vivienne's aura, causing him to falter before speaking, "You claim to be a disciple of the Thousand-Hands Heater, yet

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scoffed, her laugh making Mayor Thompson momentarily

to stew in his frustration, "Why didn't

the others were at a loss for words; how could they stop someone they couldn't even touch, their attempts to reach her failing

thought of confronting her sent shivers down Gregg's spine; this woman was terrifying

was amiss; someone had been there and had tampered with her

had

tracks well, Vivienne smirked,

plant, she pulled out a notebook, browsing and jotting down notes, treating it with

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it away as

contained secrets.

afar, narrowed his eyes, "I knew it;

Mrs. Thompson,

never thought of installing a mini surveillance system in their room, and she certainly didn't expect

go over there

grab that thing.