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 paper tightly in her

the person who sent this was not the same mysterious texter from

could

Suddenly, she smirked.

world, that old coot was

it? Did he want to see if she had lost her

as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting one simple tweet, [Pay

Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it was the

it since signing up, just

a public figure, and

posting, her nine 'brothers' from the same master

there was only one person in the world who could owe Vivienne money: their

bucks, unpaid for

had faked his death, leaving

with Vivienne's public call for payment, it was clear the old man was grandstanding

how could they miss out on

tweeted, echoing Vivienne's

the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed

owed her, only Leopold replied

a new account for Finnian and tagged him in a post, [Master, a grand isn't a fortune. Time to settle

sent their followers

What was going on?

master dodging a

nowadays would cover

began to retweet

Leopold's tweet, the other disciples

group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got guts! Aren't you afraid the

Leopold! I

[I'll mourn for you in

to fear? A man's gotta have backbone! Just

I were you, I'd be tweeting right now, hounding the old man to pay! Isn't Vivienne's happiness worth more than your little troubles? Besides, who knows where that old guy is enjoying his life? If we don't push, when will he

but he's spot-on this time. We

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