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.

trying to track Floyd and

attempt and threw them off

compromised. Someone's investigating

personally setting up the last bomb and leaving a traceable device

whether you find it depends on how much you doubt me." Having arranged everything, Floyd shook

"Yeah, I got it."

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

took off

you for your help, Dr. Chen. Without you, we wouldn't know how to

me anytime." Floyd

I'd rather

you had siblings!" the other exclaimed as they slowly released each

"They're not blood-related, but

to me. I'd prefer

disturbed by

possible, we could reschedule. Everything! taught you can

happy early birthday to

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

their way as he

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

and smirked, everything proceeding as planned. His mission, awaited for

press on the gas pedal, Floyd returned before Isaiah did, walking in just as Vivienne was waking from her

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