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.]

the paper tightly in

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

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

the outside world, that old coot was now

was it? Did he want to see if

as she pulled out her phone and opened

Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would not

since signing up, just letting it

become a public figure, and her Twitter

'brothers' from the same

were clueless, they knew there was only one person in the world who could owe Vivienne money:

bucks, unpaid

had faked his death, leaving them

payment, it was clear

they miss out on helping Vivienne collect her

tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message,

well as those of the nine, were baffled, wondering who

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

in

their

What was going on?

Vivienne's master dodging a thousand-dollar

job nowadays would

retweet and

Leopold's tweet, the other disciples were

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

Leopold! I support you. Keep

mourn for you

A man's gotta

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,

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

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