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

knew the person who sent this was not the same mysterious

who could it

Suddenly, she smirked.

world, that old

Did he want to see if she had

as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting

but Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would not stop nagging until

it since signing up,

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

same master were the first

there was only one person

bucks, unpaid for

had faked his death, leaving them grieving for

for payment, it was clear the old man was grandstanding

could they miss out on helping

all nine tweeted, echoing

as those of the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her

Leopold

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

tweet sent their

What was going on?

master dodging a thousand-dollar

nowadays would cover

to retweet and tag Finnian, urging him

tweet, the

message the group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got guts!

one, Leopold! I

mourn for

to fear? A man's gotta have backbone! Just do

I'd be tweeting right now, hounding the old man to

time. We stand

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