The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 133

Vivienne had watched the entire sequence of Dorian’s arrest, from the moment he stepped into the motel and into the room booked by Arabella to the moment he was taken away by the police. It was a shame that the motel’s cameras didn’t capture what was happening.

She had watched the footage from the past few days over and over again, but other than Arabella booking the room alone, she found no other suspicious figures or potential leads.

Unsatisfied, she hacked into every surveillance camera along Arabella’s route to the motel, tracing all the way back to the bustling East District’s Urban Village.

Arabella had come from there, but the Urban Village was lacking in surveillance cameras.

Most of them were broken.

She thought for a moment and reviewed the surveillance footage around the area a day earlier. Then she saw Arabella, barefoot and bruised, fleeing from the Urban Village to a bus

stop

The surveillance footage at the bus stop had been deleted.

Vivienne smirked as her fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard. The deleted footage from the bus stop was quickly recovered.

She saw a man in a black suit whose face was obscured. Only his back was visible.

“This guy” Percival frowned, staring at the man’s figure in the video..

“Do you recognize him? Vivienne raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure. The back looks somewhat familiar, but it’s hard to say without seeing his face,” replied Percival.

Vivienne didn’t say anything. She simply took a screenshot of the man’s figure, edited the image, and posted it on Twitter.

The caption was one word. “Running?”

As soon as she tweeted it, the comment section exploded with people leaving messages.

Ms. Hawthorn, or should I say, Master Q.

doesn’t look like Percival. Is Vivienne implying

sick? Your father is a rapist who almost raped your sister, and you still have time to post pictures of men? Are you

the wedding because your father is a

didn’t pay attention to these internet

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eye on her Twitter post,

three minutes, someone tried to hack

her slender fingers, once again, swiftly danced on her

her opponent in the online world. They were tracking and

on her

She was full of spirit and unconstrained,

cornered. Vivienne had completely shattered

room of

“Damn it!”

froze. The screen went black, leaving only Vivienne’s screenshot and one

smashed his laptop, destroyed the motherboard, grabbed all his belongings, erased his traces, and quickly left

were only a few in the world who could beat him, let alone track him down

the

helper hired by

last time he felt like this

was elusive and hard to hire. He didn’t

could.

He didn’t go

to observe. Sure enough, two groups of

Golden Club in

decisively and run as soon as he was

and walked away. Just as

picked up, and a voice full of authority and a hint of old age came through. “You

moment and then replied,

him shouldn’t leave any suspicious images.

a very skilled person. He was sure he had deleted and completely destroyed that segment

person on the other end seemed

He remained silent.

seems you’ve met your match. Good, stay in Havenwood and flex your

He coldly responded, “Yes.”

“You are my greatest creation. If you lose, you