The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1119

Leopold, with his kids in tow, made a beeline for the nearest hospital, leaving Draven behind to further investigate the odd happenings in Luck Village. Draven had the village under his control, but the fifty women had yet to be released, many of them unconscious.

When Vivienne and the village mayor had their chase earlier, there were people awake. But upon their return, it was a scene of unconsciousness and death. Draven frowned at the sight.

"Mrs. Thompson is missing."

A shadow fell over Draven's face. "Send more people to search for her. We can't let her escape!"

Mrs. Thompson surely had something crucial on her.

If she got away, all the efforts would have been in vain.

Meanwhile,

Mrs. Thompson, following the river downstream, knew of a path known only to her and her husband.

"Damn it! They figured out our plan. When will these pests leave!" she cursed all the way.

It was all so close, yet Vivienne and that impostor Sebastian, posing as her husband, ruined everything at the last moment.

Cursing, she prepared to ford the river, but as she reached the midpoint, a sudden noise made her dive in without a second thought. From her perspective, she saw someone passing by. "There's no path here. Are we still going to continue the search?"

"Keep looking until we find her. Turn the village upside down if we have to!"

Draven scanned the surroundings with a grim expression.

Just as Draven's gaze swept over, Mrs. Thompson couldn't hold her breath any longer, and bubbles surfaced, clearly indicating something was amiss.

"Check what's happening down there," ordered Draven, and several people moved towards the water's edge.

Thompson burst out of the water, gasping

Thompson, Draven gestured lightly

acted swiftly, surrounding her before she

the capsule out of her mouth to sink into the riverbed. When Mrs. Thompson looked up again, a knife was pointed directly at her, its blade

over the antidote," Draven demanded

"You think I'll give you the

grabbed her chin, his voice icy, "You're seeking

by you, do I have any chance of survival? Better to take them

"You wish to die? It won't be that

then ordered his men, "Take her back.

reluctantly following Draven to the hospital where Vivienne was

lay on the hospital bed, seemingly fine,

shared Vivienne's condition with anyone

tending to Vivienne and sneered uncontrollably, starting to

you, you wouldn't survive. Look at her, doomed to lie

throat, his voice calm yet foreboding, "I didn't catch that. Say

gaze was impassive, but it

alive,

spat, and soon she was struggling for

Mrs. Thompson thought she was on the brink of death, Percival released her. She collapsed, gasping

cleaning his hands with a handkerchief, ordered, "Take her away.

nodded and dragged

room was cleared, Percival sent a

a drink, swiped away the notification without a second thought. But another message promptly followed, and this time, after reading it, he sprang inte action. en

"Damn!"

grabbed

five minutes since Percival's message, Finnian appeared at