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

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

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

fill of the outside world,

want to see if

curled slightly as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting one simple

up for Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it

used it since signing up, just

family, she had gradually become a public figure, and her Twitter

the same master were the first to get

only one person in the world who

bucks, unpaid for

faked his death, leaving

it was clear

how could they miss out

tweeted, echoing Vivienne's

nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her money to warrant

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

a new account for Finnian and tagged him in a post, [Master, a grand isn't a

their

What was going on?

master dodging a

job nowadays would

began to retweet and

the

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

I support you.

mourn for you in

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

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

used to be unreliable, but he's spot-on this time. We

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