The Million-Dollar Heart

Astrid fidgeted nervously beside Vivienne, apparently still wracked with guilt over the previous day's events.

Vivienne, unfazed, glanced at Astrid with eyes as soft as a strawberry cheesecake and stood up.

Astrid halted her with a call, "Vivienne."

Vivienne's lips curved into a smile, her bright eyes flashing with disinterest. "What is it?"

Astrid rose and approached her, lifting her shirt.

On her slender waist was a hideous black scar.

A knife wound, poisoned.

Astrid clenched her fist. "I got this on a mission when I fell into the enemy's trap. Now, I still suffer from the pain, especially when it rains, my whole body aches.

Vivienne, I'm not trying to gain your sympathy. I just want to tell you that we've sacrificed our lives to ensure that our organization can develop a defense against the biochemical weapons of rival nations.

So, on behalf of the organization and our country, I'm inviting you to join our fight!"

Vivienne's gaze fell on the scar on Astrid's waist.

It was clearly real.

She grasped Astrid's wrist and felt for her pulse.

The poison had been lurking in her body for years; she, indeed, had suffered greatly.

Vivienne casually took out a life-saving pill and popped it into Astrid's mouth. "This poison isn't hard to cure. Just come to me once a day."

After a pause, she added, "I'm quite interested in what you've said. I'll give it a try."

Astrid froze, surprised. "You mean you agree?"

Vivienne nodded slightly. "Yeah, but I'm out if your experiments don't meet my standards."

"Great. You'll find our experiments fascinating," Astrid said with a smile. "I'll notify the organization and see when they can take you to the lab." With that, Astrid went into her room.

Looking at her door, Vivienne let a sly smile creep onto her face.

and texted Percival, [How's

[Came up empty. You?]

[Hook, line, and sinker.]

could almost see Vivienne's cunning expression from those words - like a smug little

of the

you can't get out of bed yet," Heloise said, her heart aching

strength was beyond their imagination. A mere toss

hospital visit,

the couch. "I'm going stir-crazy lying

was useless; he was in agony. It was better to

"Never mind me.

else? It was that wench Vivienne's doing. Percival isn't any better. No matter what, Fiona was good to him. How could he just throw her out of the company?" "I told you, I should have joined the company instead of letting Fiona hog the spotlight. Now look

you can get back into the company that way? Come out and figure out how to ask your grandpa to reinstate

family's second branch, with half their savings coming from her commissions

was out, they had lost a significant

her room, ignoring her parents' and Jeffrey's complaints below. She put on headphones, locked the door,

ousted from the company was not her most pressing concern. It was her clandestine

just in the art galleries; she also needed the Ellington Group's resources and connections, even using

her

she had signed agreements. If she failed to deliver

an unknown number on

still in our hands, being moved as

find a way to

Fiona rubbed her fingertips, her usually cool face fading

an unfamiliar

she

replied, "Ms., I'm

Fiona paused.

Calista?

had heard of Calista in their

once-proclaimed prodigy of traditional medicine, the cheap daughter

become reclusive. Why was

for you?" Fiona asked, her voice smooth, the earlier

voice came through.