The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1198

In the lounge.

Floyd, with a devilish grin, looked at Vivienne and Percival. "What's to be done, Vivienne? You're still not careful enough. You didn't even notice the one right beside you."

His eyes sparkled with certainty of victory, yet he failed to see the faint smile that Vivienne wore as she left.

In the grand hall.

It was time to cut the cake.

Vivienne and Percival reappeared at the party.

Hiding in the lounge, Floyd also came down. He looked at Vivienne and Percival, laughing wildly for the first time.

Vivienne glanced at him and calmly shifted her gaze away.

Suddenly, all the lights in the hall were turned on.

Floyd stood in the middle, like a demon fallen into hell, opening his arms, his eyes bloodthirsty as he looked at the people in the hall.

"Welcome to the hell I've prepared for you!"

Floyd thought the crowd would panic, but instead, they looked at him emotionlessly.

Floyd scoffed, "Pretending to be calm in the face of death! No matter, you'll keep your composure when the bomb explodes!"

Yet, the crowd remained unperturbed.

Floyd thought they were too frightened to react. Standing on the stage, he laughed wildly, "Forgot to tell you, I've planted bombs in this hall. Just a press of this button, and the hall will be..." "Boom! Reduced to rubble!"

Floyd was frenzied, completely unaware that the audience looked at him as if he were a fool.

Isaiah stood below the stage, hands in his pockets, speaking leisurely, "You talk too much!"

Floyd's smile faded, and he looked at Isaiah with malice, "Isaiah, what are you playing at? You knew who I was all along, didn't you? That I had planted bombs here? What, you didn't find them all?" Isaiah smirked, "Oh, those? Been defused!"

Floyd sneered, "I never knew you for being so stubborn. Well, let me show you how those defused bombs explode!"

that, Floyd pressed the

wild, ready to welcome

anticipated explosion never happened, and

in disbelief, "How?

find those bombs? You had someone

was stunned,

back at the guests, looking at Floyd again without answering his question, only saying, "Like the show I put on for you?" "What?" Floyd was shocked. "Are you saying, all

deepened, mirroring

"Should I call you smart, or foolish? If Abigail and Connor couldn't finish

widened in disbelief, "Impossible! This can't

make you forget who Isaiah and I are the children

then looked towards Vivienne,

my parents wanted you

you've got patience, waiting over twenty years to make a move! Since you weren't in a hurry, neither

stage at home. So, naturally, we had to bring the stagecraft home.

act, let's do it my way. Let's fund my new book, 'The Billionaire Bride's Bid for Marriage,' into a TV series. I think you're perfect for the lead. Dad's too smitten

glanced at her, "My

overkill! How much does a star make, and you're asking for a billion? Would selling me even

worth much, but I

Juliette, "..."

Well!

roles her mother played, surely, there'd be

look, "Finish your act

taking a backseat, watched the

coughed, turning

only five, just a kid. How could a child be so

Percival genuinely cared for me. They adopted me because they pitied me for not having

"It's impossible. You couldn't have known my identity that early. Even if it was

major families, how could they have the

We're here for the drama. The legendary doctor's play, we all had to make an

Maestro Q. Needed a new bottle of perfume, and if she's putting on

"I am..."

Watching people casually drop

slumped on the ground, a mix of disbelief and defiance in his eyes. "No, I can't fail. I haven't even started.