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.

to track Floyd and even

the attempt and threw them off

compromised. Someone's investigating

up the last bomb

find it depends on how much you doubt me." Having arranged everything, Floyd shook off any tails and returned to his starting point. "Did you see the

"Yeah, I got it."

device, "Now it's

took off his mask, and

Dr. Chen. Without

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

I'd rather not be distracted by all this

siblings!" the other

"They're not blood-related, but

me. I'd prefer

disturbed by

could reschedule. Everything! taught you can be applied. I hope your experiment succeeds

And happy early birthday

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

their way as he left,

roll down his window, looking towards the unassuming lab Floyd. had exited. It wasn't large or particularly busy, but what

everything proceeding as planned. His

Isaiah did, walking in just as Vivienne was waking

afternoon?" Floyd asked, placing a fresh strawberry cheesecake on the table, "Perfect for a post-nap