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.]

she clenched the paper tightly in her

who sent this was not

could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

the outside world, that old coot was now seeking

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

as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter,

but Matthew had insisted it was

signing up,

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

her nine 'brothers' from the same master were the first to get

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

thousand bucks, unpaid

since he had faked his death, leaving them grieving for

call for payment, it was clear the old man was

out on helping Vivienne

echoing

the nine, were

who owed her, only Leopold replied

him in a post, [Master, a grand isn't a

tweet sent their followers

What was going on?

dodging a thousand-dollar

job nowadays would cover

followers began to retweet and tag

Leopold's tweet, the other

first to message the group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got guts! Aren't you afraid the master will

I support

mourn for you in

to fear? A man's gotta have backbone!

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

spot-on this time.

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