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

trench coat and finely tailored suit,

days ago," Scott said, his

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

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

nodded and followed

he reached the doorstep, his stride halted

is

village," Rowan replied

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

the basket, but before he could draw his weapon, Scott had

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

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

next moment, Scott kicked

fell, legs flailing, unable to

wicker chair in the yard, meticulously cleaning

could ambush me? Forgotten who trained you

one had to be skilled not just in ability but

at Scott, "You... You're

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

been duped; they

gaze turned fierce, "There's only

Bang!

for the end; Ismene trembled in

surprise, it

strolled in with a gun and a mocking smile. "Mr. Brooks,

hand where the bullet had passed through,

did you find

in her hand, then stashed it in

on him with disdain. "Who do you think tipped you off about

Scott was taken aback.

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