The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1122

Mrs. Thompson, Mayor Thompson's wife, dangled precariously above a large pool swarming with vicious piranhas. The sight of the thrashing fish below, their mouths full of razor-sharp teeth, sent a wave of nausea through her. "If you dare to lie during questioning, we'll lower you inch by inch until you're nothing but fish food," Percival said, his tone nonchalant as he adjusted his cufflinks, giving her two minutes to ponder her fate.

Those two minutes were pure torture for Mrs. Thompson, who had been contemplating death not long ago. Now, faced with the immediate threat, she hesitated.

As the timer ran out, Percival commanded, "First question."

"Who is this 'Mr. X' you keep referring to?"

Terrified, Mrs. Thompson avoided Percival's gaze, knowing full well he would see through any deception.

"It's Connor," she finally blurted out, her voice trembling. "We only met him once a few years back when he supplied us with the poison. After that, it was only phone contacts."

With her life hanging in the balance, she rushed to satisfy Percival's demands.

"What's needed to wake those who've been knocked out?" Percival inquired, examining a pair of pliers with interest.

"They... ah! They just need to leave the village!" Mrs. Thompson cried out, her feet inches away from the snapping jaws below.

questions, she's yours to deal with," Percival coldly

until the water, now a dark crimson, silenced them, leaving Mrs. Thompson to her grim fate. Once the screams ceased, the door opened, revealing the now

to safety while he searched the Luck Village for any remaining

Percival rushed out, driving recklessly to the hospital where

Vivienne, surrounded by her concerned children, Juliette and Isaiah, both teary-eyed, felt overwhelmed. "Have I been asleep long?" Leopold, attempting to downplay their concern, reassured, "Only a couple

the room,

and discussing their next steps

home, sparing them from

and Isaiah away, Juliette's parting words to Vivienne, "Mommy, come back soon. We'll miss

and Percival, now

confront the

an unseen observer, hinting at deeper layers

hide and seek with her the

lost her mind just because she

awkwardly from behind her, "I thought you were fine and was about to sneak off without a

else?" Vivienne couldn't help but feel a headache coming on at the thought of her brothers making a