The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 398

After getting Anna settled, Vivienne received another message from Matthew.

[Vivienne, Scott's found Rowan and Ismene!]

A sly smile curled Vivienne's ruby lips.

That Scott never did sit still. Fresh from nabbing the potion, now he was off cleaning house.

Truly a loyal hound for GTO.

Vivienne glanced up, her gaze laced with intrigue as she eyed Percival, her voice dripping with seduction, "Mr. Wolf, there's a show worth catching. Care to join?"

Percival's lips curved subtly as he said, "Sounds good."

In a quaint village in the suburbs of Rivenwood.

Rowan and Ismene had been masquerading as locals, too scared to show their faces.

They feared not only Vivienne and Percival.

Just the name Mr. B was enough to send shivers down their spines.

Their betrayal of the organization was no secret now. If found, they were as good as dead.

They managed a farmhouse turned bed-and-breakfast, frequented by those seeking the rustic charm of country living, basically hiding in plain sight. Who would suspect that these simple farmers were assassins trained by GTO?

A sleek black SUV pulled up to the farmhouse, a reservation made days in advance.

Donning simple clothes and a straw hat, Rowan approached with a basket of apples.

"Mr. Brooks, I presume," Rowan said, sizing up the man before him.

Indeed, it was the missing patriarch of the Brooks family, Scott.

Although in hiding, Rowan and Ismene kept abreast of city affairs - one must always be ready to flee at a moment's notice.

the recent bed-and-breakfast booking was

smiled, the epitome of elegance in his black trench coat

ago," Scott said, his voice as soothing as a spring

After some digging, Rowan knew the Brooks family did not possess the potion. Even if they did, they were

and offered a naive smile, "Mr. Brooks, your room is ready. Shall we head to the beach for

and followed

reached the doorstep, his stride

air is quite

typical for the village," Rowan

said, "I wonder how easy it

froze, his hand already reaching into the basket, but before he could draw his weapon, Scott had

Rowan's shoulder bled profusely, though he managed to dodge

her fan, revealing a sharp dagger at its edge, and

Scott kicked her away,

flailing, unable to

in the yard, meticulously cleaning his

ambush me? Forgotten who trained you in

skilled not just in

gaped at Scott, "You... You're Mr.

at Rowan's forehead, saying, "There's no need to dirty Mr. B's

they had been duped; they had not met

gaze turned fierce, "There's only one

Bang!

braced for the end; Ismene

to their surprise, it was

in with a gun and a mocking

clutching his hand where the bullet had passed through,

did you find

twirled the gun in her hand, then stashed it in Percival's pocket. She preferred her needles;

disdain. "Who do you think tipped you off about their

Scott was taken aback.

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