The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1125

Vivienne glanced at the screen and, sure enough, saw the familiar string of digits.

With a calm demeanor, she stepped out of her car but didn't answer the call. Instead, she silenced her phone.

The duo followed the red dot on the screen until they arrived in front of a dilapidated building, where Vivienne gave Percival a knowing look. "Flank him."

After signaling, Vivienne led the way with Percival right behind her, and they started making their way up the building.

The entire place had an eerie vibe, complete with the unsettling sound of dripping water.

Cornered rats, sensing the intrusion, scurried about in the darkness.

It was not until she reached the fifth floor that Vivienne finally took her phone out and held it to her ear.

"What on earth are you doing? Why did you take so long to answer? Do you realize our plan has been compromised? And what about those kids?!"

Connor was on the edge, his voice filled with frustration and desperation.

Vivienne turned a corner and entered a room, "Of course, I knew your plan had failed-because I've taken care of it."

Connor froze, disbelief washing over him as he saw Vivienne holding the sheriff's phone.

liking?" Vivienne stepped forward, her hand opening to let the phone drop and shatter

better than to underestimate me, thinking your plan was foolproof. What should

into laughter. "As expected,

time to end this game, Abigail's

dart, Connor quickly dodged behind a column. "Catching me? Let's see

knew Percival was there without seeing him, choosing the

relentlessly pursued him, Percival squinted his

Vivienne noticed sculptures with faces marked by a

she realized the faces belonged to her and her loved ones,

voice echoed around the room, but Vivienne couldn't pinpoint his

just never had the chance. But soon, I'll start with

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to lose control, leaving the rest to destroy each other. Vivienne remained composed, "I'm actually looking forward to

sculptures turned to face Vivienne,

moved quickly, analyzing and smashing them

Hawthorn, her face marred by horrific scars. At his sight,

How have you and

a synth, the

stabbed her

of falling, Arabella seemed thrilled, "Still as ruthless, hurting a

of the charade, tossed a mini grenade her way. The explosion reduced Arabella to scrap metal. Feeling the blast, Vivienne knew Percival