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 Floyd and even digging into his international whereabouts

intercepted the attempt and threw them off

been compromised.

up the last bomb and leaving a traceable device on

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

"Yeah, I got it."

fully aware and even reactivating his tracking device, "Now

man nodded, took off his mask,

you for your help, Dr.

nothing. If there are any more issues, feel free to contact me anytime." Floyd shook his hand, "Though I might not be

birthday, and I'd rather not be distracted

I didn't know you had siblings!" the other

"They're not blood-related, but

me.

by

Everything! taught you can be applied. I hope your

you, Dr. Chen. And happy early birthday

unsurprisingly, every word of theirs

glance their way as he left, focused

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

saw the stationary car and smirked, everything proceeding as planned. His mission, awaited for over a decade,

before Isaiah did, walking in just as Vivienne was waking

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