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.]

clenched the paper tightly in

was

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

fill of the outside world, that old

Did he want to see if

as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting

had resisted signing up for Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it was the

not used it since signing

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

posting, her nine 'brothers' from the same master were the first to

knew there was only one person in the world who could owe

bucks, unpaid for

since he had faked his death, leaving them grieving for

it was clear the old

could they miss out on

echoing

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

who owed her, only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor

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

tweet sent their followers into

What was going on?

master dodging

nowadays

retweet and tag Finnian, urging

Leopold's tweet, the other disciples

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

[Nice one, Leopold! I support you. Keep

mourn for

[What's there to fear? A man's gotta have

be tweeting right

spot-on this time.

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