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.

their surprise, the recent bed-and-breakfast

of elegance in his black trench coat and finely tailored

I called a few days ago," Scott said,

Brooks family did not possess

hand, and offered a naive smile, "Mr. Brooks, your room is ready. Shall

nodded and followed Rowan

the doorstep, his stride

air is quite

village," Rowan replied with a

turned, his eyes darkening as he slowly said, "I wonder how

reaching into the basket, but before he could

gunshot rang out; Rowan's shoulder bled

revealing a sharp dagger at its edge, and lunged at

kicked her away, firing two

flailing,

wicker chair in the

Forgotten who

be skilled not just in ability but also in the art

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

saying, "There's no need to dirty Mr. B's hands to kill

they had been duped;

fierce, "There's only one

Bang!

for the end; Ismene

to their surprise, it was Scott who

in with a gun and a

hand where the bullet had passed

you find

gun in her hand, then stashed it in Percival's pocket. She preferred

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

Scott was taken aback.

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