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

trench coat and finely tailored suit, which only

days ago," Scott said, his voice as soothing

Scott was head of the Brooks family. After some digging, Rowan knew the Brooks family did not possess the potion. Even if they did,

in hand, and offered a naive

and followed

the

is

the village," Rowan replied with a

slowly said, "I wonder how easy it is to die

his hand already reaching into the basket, but before he could

gunshot rang out; Rowan's shoulder bled profusely, though he managed to

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

moment, Scott kicked her

fell, legs flailing, unable

wicker chair in the yard, meticulously cleaning his

me? Forgotten who trained

had to be skilled not just in ability but also in

at Scott,

his gun squarely at Rowan's forehead, saying, "There's no need to dirty Mr.

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

turned fierce, "There's only one fate for

Bang!

for the end; Ismene

surprise, it was

and a mocking

bullet had passed through, was

did you find me?"

it in Percival's pocket. She preferred her needles; guns had too much

down on him with disdain. "Who do you think tipped you

Scott was taken aback.

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