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

was not the

who could

Suddenly, she smirked.

outside world, that old coot

to see if she had lost

as she pulled out her phone and opened

up for Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would not stop nagging

not used it since signing up, just letting

figure, and her Twitter followers had

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

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

bucks, unpaid for

he had faked his death, leaving them grieving

payment, it was

miss out on helping Vivienne collect

all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne's message,

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

only Leopold replied seriously, "The

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

their

What was going on?

dodging a thousand-dollar

nowadays

to retweet and tag Finnian, urging

Leopold's tweet, the

group, [Holy smokes! Leopold, you've got

Leopold! I support you. Keep

mourn for you

man's gotta have backbone! Just

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 guy is enjoying his life? If we don't push, when will

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

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