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.

her hand opening to let the phone drop

but smirk, "You should've known better than to

"As expected, you've

to end

Connor quickly dodged behind a column. "Catching me? Let's see if you've

seeing him,

pursued him, Percival squinted his

sculptures with faces marked by a big

to her and her loved ones, furrowing her brow in concern. "Do you like

echoed around the room, but Vivienne couldn't

wanted to turn each of you into a sculpture; I just never had the chance. But soon,

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to lose control, leaving the rest to destroy each other. Vivienne

face Vivienne, their

quickly, analyzing and smashing them one by

the sixth floor, found a figure resembling Arabella Hawthorn, her face marred by horrific scars. At his sight, she

time no see, Percival. How have you and Vivienne

was a synth,

hesitation, he stabbed her in the

thrilled, "Still as ruthless,

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