The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Ending the call, Vivienne's lips curled into a subtle smile.

Percival stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, and glanced at the recent call on Vivienne's phone. His voice was calm, "The kids are grown now, some things, they should handle on their own." Vivienne looked up into his deep eyes and smiled, "Then let's keep playing it cool!"

Meanwhile.

Isaiah got home and dialed Leopold's number, "Godfather! Can you check on Floyd for me?"

Leopold paused, "Check on Floyd? Is there a problem?"

Floyd had grown up under Vivienne and Percival's care, almost like Leopold had watched him grow, and the kid had always been sensible and well-behaved. He hadn't noticed anything amiss! Isaiah pursed his lips, "Just a little something, check it out for me."

Leopold's expression turned serious, "Alright, I'll have someone on it right away!"

But he trusted Isaiah more than Floyd.

After all, Isaiah had proven himself capable of standing on his own two feet over the years.

Although he had always been holding back his true potential.

"No! You do it personally!" Isaiah insisted gravely.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Leopold nodded, "Okay, I got it."

On the other side.

track

threw them off with

been compromised. Someone's

a word, personally setting up the last bomb and leaving

you, whether you find it depends on how much you doubt me." Having arranged everything, Floyd shook off any tails and returned

"Yeah, I got it."

and even reactivating his tracking device, "Now it's time

off his mask, and

Floyd to the door, "Thank you for your help, Dr. Chen.

are any more issues, feel free to contact me anytime." Floyd shook his hand, "Though I

adopted siblings' birthday, and I'd rather not be distracted

know you had siblings!" the other exclaimed as they slowly

"They're not blood-related, but

family to me. I'd prefer

by these matters

reschedule. Everything! taught you can be applied. I hope

And happy early

their conversation, Floyd turned to leave, unsurprisingly, every word of theirs had been overheard by someone in a nearby white

their way as he left,

had exited. It wasn't large or particularly busy, but what Floyd had said made him wonder how much of it was genuine. This time, even Isaiah felt tangled in

proceeding as planned. His mission, awaited for over

press on the gas pedal, Floyd returned before Isaiah did,

asked, placing a fresh strawberry cheesecake on the table, "Perfect for a