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

to

explosion never happened, and everyone

in disbelief,

us find those bombs? You had someone replant them, how could

was stunned, "How could

Floyd again without answering his question, only saying, "Like the show I put on

deepened, mirroring

call you smart, or foolish? If Abigail and Connor

disbelief, "Impossible!

confidence make you forget

towards Vivienne, unable to utter a

"Did you really think my parents wanted you close to those secrets, or why they adopted

patience, waiting over twenty years to make a move! Since you weren't in a hurry, neither were we. My mom

had to bring the stagecraft home. After performing for twenty years, my

into a TV series. I think you're perfect for the lead. Dad's too smitten to let you go, so let's have both of you star in it, guaranteeing a

glanced at her, "My appearance fee

eyes widened, "Mom, that's overkill! How much does a star make, and you're asking for a billion? Would

not worth much, but

Juliette, "..."

Well!

roles her mother played, surely,

her a look, "Finish your act

taking a backseat, watched the

cough!" Juliette coughed, turning to

I was only five, just a kid. How could a child be so scheming? Even if you were smart, how could you suspect a

cared for me. They adopted me because

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

at the guests, his voice crazed, "They're from major families, how could

guests finally spoke up, "Us? We're here for the drama.

Needed a new bottle of perfume, and if she's putting on a show, I'm definitely playing

"I am..."

Watching people casually drop

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