The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 429

Astrid eyed the laboratory entrance before her, the very threshold of a top-secret national research facility she had once infiltrated with Vivienne. A sly grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she pressed the button on the remote.

A gust of wind swept by, yet nothing ensued.

Disbelief etched across Astrid's features as she jabbed the button several more times, her expression darkening with each futile attempt.

Suddenly, she whipped out a gun, spinning around with a swift motion.

Vivienne, along with Percival and Leopold who was bemused, emerged from behind her.

Astrid showed no signs of panic; instead, a calm detachment washed over her.

"Figures, you're not one to fall for tricks so easily," Astrid declared, wielding the gun in one hand while discarding the useless remote with the other.

A flicker of regret crossed her gaze as she looked at Vivienne, "Had you joined us, our victory would've been assured by now."

Vivienne's eyes sparkled with amusement, her smile broad and radiant. "Your disguise is pathetic, Mr. B."

Mr. B, now unmasked as the impostor, gave a nonchalant shrug, making no move to remove his mask, "When did you catch on?"

Vivienne pondered for a moment, "Around the time I stumbled upon Scott, perhaps?"

Vivienne then let out a derisive chuckle, "You were too naive."

Mr. B's eyebrows rose inquisitively, "Impossible. You'd never interacted with me when you blew Scott's cover!"

A laugh escaped Vivienne, "Once wasn't enough?"

Mr. B's pupils constricted, still puzzled.

Before impersonating Astrid to get close to Vivienne, Mr. B had thoroughly researched his target. With the help of Alfred, the bumbling fool, Mr. B knew every minute detail of Astrid's life - from her catchphrases to her subtlest expressions and mannerisms.

Cordelia, her own mother,

Vivienne, whom he had met only

B's expression, Vivienne knew he still hadn't grasped

with a touch of exasperation,

head, showing empathy, "You've

a note of seriousness, "Can we stay on task, please? This is a mission, not a time for public displays

his jaw,

brows knitted together as she swiftly

with a thud, he

adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face. Mr. B gripped his gun tighter but knew better than to

it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B stood no

could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would

of the question. He needed to wait for the

a subtle smirk, "Mr. B, you didn't actually think

B paused, suddenly realizing

Vivienne's smug face and understood that he had been drugged and was

message from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison

phone, "Leopold, take

"Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change your appearance, you can't fool her

It all made sense.

had prided himself on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had

hailed from the Emerald Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest

practice phrenology, nor had she

my charade for

finger, "No matter how skilled you are, you can't imitate the warmth in Astrid's eyes. The face

talent for phrenology exceeded even her master's. Finnian often remarked she

twenty-five, she was forbidden from reading fortunes, lest she risk

had heeded her master's warning

to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts and solely

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