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.

pulled out her phone and texted Percival, [How's

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see Vivienne's cunning expression from those words -

of the Ellington

you can't get out of

strength was beyond their imagination. A mere toss had broken Jeffrey's

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

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

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

"Never mind me. What about Fiona?

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

what are you doing hiding all day? Think you can

was the mainstay of the Ellington family's second branch, with

was out, they had lost a significant source of

complaints below.

company was not her most pressing concern.

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

was her livelihood, her

she failed to deliver as promised, it could cost her

an unknown number on her phone.

our hands, being moved as

I'll find a way to

the call, Fiona rubbed her fingertips, her usually cool face fading to

unfamiliar number

hesitating, she answered, "Who's

woman's voice replied,

Fiona paused.

Calista?

were not close, but Fiona had

medicine, the cheap daughter of the

had also become

you?" Fiona asked,

came through. "Got time for a