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.

forward, her hand opening to

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

burst into laughter. "As expected,

"It's time to end

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

there without seeing him, choosing the fifth floor

him, Percival squinted his eyes as he entered a cramped

noticed sculptures with faces marked by a big red

of one, she realized the faces belonged to her and her loved ones, furrowing her brow in concern. "Do

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

turn each of you into a sculpture; I just never had the chance. But soon, I'll start with your dearest ones, and you'll be

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

all sculptures turned to face Vivienne, their

analyzing and smashing

figure resembling Arabella Hawthorn, her face marred by

time no see, Percival. How have you and

a synth,

hesitation, he stabbed her

ruthless, hurting a lady's feelings just like old

tired of the charade, tossed a mini grenade her