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.

phone and texted Percival, [How's

[Came up empty. You?]

[Hook, line, and sinker.]

Vivienne's cunning expression from those

of the Ellington family's

of bed

imagination. A

were not for the timely hospital

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

was useless; he was in agony.

off impatiently. "Never mind me. What

with 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 company instead of

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

with half their savings coming

that she was out, they had lost a significant source

complaints below. She put

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

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

her

she failed to deliver as promised, it could cost her her

an unknown number on her phone. "How's

our hands,

a close eye. I'll find

rubbed her fingertips, her usually

an unfamiliar number

hesitating, she answered,

voice replied, "Ms.,

Fiona paused.

Calista?

Fiona had heard of

once-proclaimed prodigy of traditional medicine, the cheap daughter of the former Brooks family

become

for you?" Fiona asked,

through. "Got