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!"

pressed

was wild, ready to welcome the

happened, and everyone remained cool

disbelief, "How? I

those bombs? You had someone replant them,

stunned, "How

question, only saying, "Like the show I put on for you?" "What?" Floyd

smile deepened, mirroring

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

eyes widened in disbelief, "Impossible! This can't

did your confidence make you forget who Isaiah and

paused, then looked towards Vivienne, unable

my parents wanted you

glanced at Floyd, "Must say, 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 me and Isaiah, she's developed a taste for

you know, we didn't have a good stage at home. So, naturally, we had to bring the stagecraft home. After performing for twenty years, my mom's still enjoying

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 smitten to let you go, so let's have both of

glanced at her, "My appearance

a star make, and

much, but

Juliette, "..."

Well!

roles her mother played, surely,

look, "Finish your act

taking a backseat, watched

Juliette coughed,

face filled with disbelief, "I don't believe it! I was only five, just a kid. How could a

genuinely cared for me. They adopted me because they pitied

trailed off in confusion, "It's impossible. You couldn't have known my identity that early. Even if it was all an act,

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

"Us? We're here for the

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

"I am..."

Watching people casually drop

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