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 from

the epitome of elegance in his black trench coat and finely

called a few days ago," Scott said, his voice as soothing as a

family did not

and offered a

nodded and followed

reached the doorstep, his

air is quite

village," Rowan replied

as he slowly said, "I wonder how easy it is to

basket, but before he could

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

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

Scott kicked her away, firing

fell, legs flailing, unable

a wicker chair in the yard, meticulously cleaning

ambush me? Forgotten who trained

just

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

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

they had been duped;

fierce, "There's

Bang!

braced for the end; Ismene trembled in

to their surprise, it was Scott who was

strolled in with a gun and a

where the bullet had passed

find

hand, then stashed it in Percival's

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

Scott was taken aback.

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