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.

out her phone and texted Percival, [How's

[Came up empty. You?]

[Hook, line, and sinker.]

almost see Vivienne's cunning expression from those words - like a smug

the house of the

of bed yet," Heloise said,

A mere toss had broken Jeffrey's

it were not for the timely hospital

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

was in agony. It was

mind me. What about Fiona? Why was she

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shouting upstairs to Fiona's room, "Fiona, what are you doing hiding all day? Think you can get back into

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

out, they had

and Jeffrey's complaints below. She put on headphones, locked the

concern.

was not just in the art galleries; she also needed the Ellington

her livelihood,

signed agreements. If she failed to deliver as promised, it

number on her

still in our hands,

I'll find a way

Fiona rubbed her fingertips, her usually cool

an unfamiliar

hesitating, she answered,

voice replied, "Ms., I'm

Fiona paused.

Calista?

close, but Fiona had heard

traditional medicine, the cheap

Calista had also become reclusive. Why was she calling

Fiona asked, her voice smooth, the

through. "Got