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.

someone was trying to track Floyd and

intercepted the attempt and threw them

compromised.

word, personally setting up

how much you doubt me." Having arranged

"Yeah, I got it."

device, "Now it's time for us to continue

off his mask, and walked

escorted Floyd to the door, "Thank you for your help, Dr. Chen. Without you,

feel free to contact me anytime." Floyd shook his hand,

siblings' birthday, and I'd rather not

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

"They're not blood-related, but

family to me.

by

reschedule. Everything! taught you can be applied.

happy early birthday

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

glance their way as he

down his window, looking towards the unassuming lab Floyd. 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

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

before Isaiah

placing a fresh strawberry cheesecake