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

sent this was not the same mysterious texter

could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

the outside world, that old coot was

want to see if she

out her phone

insisted it

used it since signing up, just letting

the Hawthorn family, she had gradually become a public figure, and her

the same master were the first to get

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

thousand bucks, unpaid

since he had faked his death, leaving them grieving

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

miss out on helping

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message, [Pay

nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her money

owed her, only Leopold replied seriously, "The debtor

even created a new account for Finnian and tagged him in a post, [Master, a grand

their followers into a

What was going on?

dodging a

nowadays would

retweet and tag Finnian, urging him to

the other disciples were

[Holy smokes! Leopold, you've

Leopold! I

[I'll mourn for you

A man's gotta have

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

unreliable, but he's spot-on this time. We stand with Vivienne

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