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.

surprise, the recent bed-and-breakfast booking

the epitome of elegance in his black trench coat and finely tailored suit, which only

said, his voice as soothing as

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

fan in hand, and offered a naive smile, "Mr. Brooks, your room is ready. Shall we head to the

nodded and followed

the doorstep, his stride

is

typical for the village," Rowan

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

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

shoulder bled profusely, though

the situation, Ismene flicked her fan, revealing a

kicked her away,

fell, legs flailing,

settled into a wicker chair in

could ambush me? Forgotten

one had to be skilled not just in ability but also in the art

at Scott,

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

been duped; they had

"There's only one fate

Bang!

braced for the end;

surprise, it was

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

the bullet had

you find me?" He

then stashed it in Percival's pocket. She preferred her needles;

Scott, looking down on him with disdain. "Who

Scott was taken aback.

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