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 remote

ready to welcome the

the anticipated explosion never happened, and everyone remained cool

disbelief,

diversion, letting us find those bombs? You had

stunned, "How could

the show I put on for you?" "What?"

deepened,

casual, said, "Should I call you smart, or foolish? If Abigail

in disbelief, "Impossible!

make you forget who Isaiah and I

looked towards Vivienne, unable to utter

wanted you close to those secrets, or why they

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

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

back at Vivienne, "Mom! Next time you want to 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

glanced at her, "My appearance fee is

star make, and you're

not worth much, but

Juliette, "..."

Well!

played, surely, there'd be no shortage of

gave her a look, "Finish your

backseat,

coughed, turning to

with disbelief, "I don't believe it! I was only five, just a

They adopted me because they pitied me for not having parents. All these

my identity that early. Even if

guests, his voice crazed, "They're from major families, how could they have the time to play along with your

previously silent guests finally spoke up, "Us? We're here for the drama. The legendary doctor's play, we all had

if she's putting on a show, I'm definitely playing a supporting

"I am..."

Watching people casually drop

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