The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 425

Astrid chuckled dryly.

Mature enough?

If leaked, the research material in the lab would send shock waves around the globe.

Yet, in Vivienne's words, it was merely mature enough?

Astrid glanced at her and asked, "So, you agree to stay in the lab?"

Vivienne nodded. "Yeah."

Astrid breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks, Vivienne. I really appreciate you agreeing to be part of this experiment. Our progress will surely skyrocket now." Vivienne did not respond. Instead, she turned her gaze to the car window, watching the streetlights fall, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

After dropping Vivienne off at home, Astrid did not go upstairs. Instead, she turned the car around and drove away.

In the back seat lay the experimental data Vivienne had revised that day.

Returning home, Dorian and Cordelia were already asleep, and even though the light was on in Thaddeus' room, he was sound asleep, too. Vivienne switched off Thaddeus' light and entered her own room.

The moment she opened the door, her steps faltered, her eyes sharpening instantly.

A chill ran through her as she looked towards the window - a piece of paper was wedged in the crack.

This was the twenty-third floor; unless it was an inside job, this kind of infiltration was extraordinary!

She was sure that apart from Dorian's family, no one else was here.

Obviously, she was dealing with a pro!

She walked over and pulled out the paper.

The message was a mishmash of newspaper cutouts, and crooked letters forming a single line.

[The TCL Lab.]

gaze dropped; she clenched the

was not the

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

his fill of the outside world, that old coot

it? Did he want to

pulled out her phone and

for Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would not stop

had not used it since signing up, just

gradually become a public figure, and her Twitter followers had grown.

same master were the first

person in the world

bucks, unpaid for

faked his

it was clear the old man

they miss out

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message,

well as those of the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her money

her, only Leopold replied seriously,

him in a post, [Master, a grand isn't a fortune. Time to

tweet sent their

What was going on?

Vivienne's master dodging a thousand-dollar

nowadays would

began to retweet and tag Finnian, urging him to

Leopold's tweet, the other

to message the group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've

one, Leopold! I support you. Keep

for you in

fear? A man's gotta have

It's her hard-earned money the old man owes. Aren't we supposed to help her get it back? If I were you, I'd be tweeting right now, hounding the old

spot-on this time. We stand

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