The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1197

Leopold jotted everything down meticulously, ending up with a list of venues that spanned an entire page. His gaze widened in disbelief as he scanned the list, and it wasn't until everyone had left that he turned to Vivienne and said, "Vivienne, are you sure about this? From what you're suggesting, it seems like he's planted bombs all over the banquet hall. We can't possibly cover all this ground in just one day, can we?" Setting up bombs was a time-consuming task, especially given the tricky locations listed. A single day was hardly enough.

But according to what everyone said, Floyd was only present that day and hadn't shown his face since. He spent most of his time secluded in his room.

"There are people inside working with him," Vivienne remarked calmly.

Having inside help would certainly make the task easier, not to mention these accomplices were already mingled among the guests in the hall, ready to facilitate Floyd's plan.

Leopold looked at Vivienne incredulously, "Could there be something off about what those people said earlier?"

"It's not certain. You guys go check it out first."

Vivienne started to scrutinize the statements for any potential discrepancies.

Among those who had dispersed back to their duties, one became noticeably restless. He paused mid-dial upon realizing Vivienne's caution might mean trouble.

Soon after, Floyd received a text message. Squinting at his phone, he glanced towards the center of the banquet hall.

"The plan's blown. They might be onto you. The bomb in the restroom has been disarmed."

Floyd was surprised at their suspicion, considering he hadn't made any overt moves yet.

Recalling his encounter with Juliette in the backyard, he suddenly realized the significance of the small object he found on his shoulder.

Picking it up, he discovered it was a tracking and listening device. With a smirk and a forceful squeeze, he crushed it in his hand.

Meanwhile.

Juliette approached the backyard entrance, she saw Gordon standing there. "Gordon,

the yard, said, "Juliette, don't

finished his sentence, Juliette

was hiding in the

Floyd's men. Catching

trouble, Juliette feigned irritation and smacked Gordon on the head, "What nonsense are you spouting now? This place was handpicked by my parents; how could anything be wrong? You must be delirious from the evening's festivities!" "But Juliette, I swear it's

babbling is

Get back to the hall

first place?" Dragging Gordon by the ear, Juliette made her way back making enough noise to ensure those

be released, Gordon rubbed his ear, trying to explain, "I wasn't lying, Juliette. There was something seriously eerie about that place. Could there actually be wolves in the garden?"

Gordon recounted his earlier

the backyard. "It

dark, and I was

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else there. I

been hiding in the underbrush, and not just one or two but a whole group. That's why I felt something was off." "You're not afraid of dying, are you? If they had decided to act,

drop a bunch of powder with a tracking system on them. If anyone's lurking around

made their way downstairs, Vivienne couldn't shake off a weird feeling about the elevator. Looking up, she scrutinized the ceiling. Noticing her actions, Percival

abruptly addressed Percival, pointing towards the center of the elevator ceiling, "Doesn't this

surface was smooth, but the spot Vivienne pointed out was slightly raised-a detail so subtle it would go unnoticed without close

bomb here too?" Percival asked,

tone firm. Without