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.]

dropped; she clenched the paper tightly in her

this was not the same

who could

Suddenly, she smirked.

his fill of the outside world, that old coot was now seeking

was it? Did he want to see if she had

her phone

Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would

not used it since signing

Hawthorn family, she had gradually become a public figure, and her Twitter followers had grown. She had

from the same master were the first

was only one person in the world who could owe

thousand bucks, unpaid

faked his death,

call for payment, it was clear the old man was

how could they miss out on helping Vivienne collect her

echoing Vivienne's message, [Pay

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

owed her, only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor

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

tweet sent their followers

What was going on?

dodging a thousand-dollar

job nowadays would cover

began to retweet and tag Finnian, urging him

the other disciples

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

[Nice one, Leopold! I support you. Keep

for you in

fear? A man's gotta have backbone!

for nothing? 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 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

time. We

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