The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 422

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.

her phone and texted Percival, [How's

[Came up empty. You?]

[Hook, line, and sinker.]

Vivienne's cunning expression from

the

can't get out of bed yet," Heloise

their imagination. A

hospital visit, he might have

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

he was in agony. It was better to move a

impatiently. "Never mind me. What about Fiona? Why was she

was good to him. How could he just throw her out of

day? Think you can get back into the

with

had lost

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

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

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

her livelihood, her

agreements. If she failed to deliver as promised, it

dialed an unknown number on

in our hands, being moved as

Keep a close eye. I'll find a way to get

fingertips, her usually

unfamiliar number

hesitating, she answered, "Who's

replied,

Fiona paused.

Calista?

but Fiona had heard

the cheap daughter of the former

Calista had also become reclusive. Why was

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

cheerful voice came through. "Got time for

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