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,

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of the Ellington

get out of bed yet," Heloise said, her heart aching for her

imagination. A mere toss had broken Jeffrey's

hospital visit, he

limped to the couch. "I'm going

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

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

anger. "What 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

day? Think you can get back into the company that way? Come out and figure

the Ellington family's second branch, with half their savings coming

she was out, they had lost

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

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

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

her livelihood, her

to deliver as promised, it could cost her her

number on her

in our hands, being moved as you

close eye. I'll find a way to

fingertips, her

unfamiliar

she answered,

woman's voice replied, "Ms.,

Fiona paused.

Calista?

close, but Fiona had

the cheap daughter of the

become reclusive. Why was she calling

asked, her voice smooth, the earlier

came through. "Got time for a