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.

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don't move. The doctor said you can't get out of bed yet," Heloise

was beyond their imagination. A mere toss had

not for the timely hospital visit, he might have lost his

the couch. "I'm going stir-crazy

in agony. It was better to move

mind me. What about Fiona?

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

equally furious, shouting upstairs to Fiona's room, "Fiona, what are you doing hiding all day? Think you can get back into the company that way? Come out and figure out how to ask your grandpa to reinstate

the mainstay of the Ellington family's second branch, with half their savings coming from her commissions at

had lost a

room, ignoring her parents' and Jeffrey's complaints below. She put

most pressing concern. It was

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

her livelihood, her

If she failed to deliver as promised,

unknown number on her phone. "How's it

in our hands, being moved as you

eye. I'll find a way

her fingertips, her usually

an unfamiliar number

she answered,

woman's voice replied,

Fiona paused.

Calista?

were not close, but Fiona had heard of Calista in their

the cheap daughter of the former Brooks family

had also become reclusive. Why

Fiona asked, her voice smooth,

voice came through. "Got time for