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 booking was

black trench coat and finely tailored suit, which only

Scott said, his voice as soothing as

family. After some digging, Rowan knew the Brooks family did not possess the potion.

village women, fan in hand, and offered a naive smile, "Mr. Brooks, your room

nodded and followed Rowan

reached the doorstep, his stride

air is quite

the village," Rowan replied with a

he slowly said, "I wonder how easy

reaching into the basket, but before he could draw his weapon, Scott

Rowan's shoulder bled profusely, though he managed to

the situation, Ismene flicked her fan, revealing a sharp dagger at its

kicked

fell, legs flailing,

settled into a wicker chair in the yard,

Forgotten who trained you in

GTO, one had to be skilled not just

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

gun squarely at Rowan's forehead, saying, "There's no need

shocked, then realized they had been duped; they had not met Mr. B but

fierce, "There's

Bang!

end; Ismene trembled

surprise, it was Scott

in with a gun and a mocking smile. "Mr. Brooks, long time no

clutching his hand where the bullet had passed through,

you find me?" He asked

gun in her hand, then stashed it in Percival's pocket. She preferred her needles; guns had too much

Scott, looking down on him with disdain. "Who do you think tipped you off about their

Scott was taken aback.

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