The Million-Dollar Heart

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.

own mother, hadn't noticed anything

could Vivienne, whom he had met only once, possibly see through

Vivienne knew

with a touch of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you they were no

her head, showing empathy, "You've

we stay on task, please? This is a mission, not a

B clenched his jaw,

she swiftly launched a silver needle

vanished, and with a thud, he knelt helplessly

Vivienne's eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face. Mr. B gripped his gun

whether it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold,

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

rendered useless, escape was out of the question. He needed to wait for the right moment

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

B paused, suddenly realizing

Vivienne's smug face and understood that

message from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison detected, organization

phone, "Leopold, take him

to act, Leopold stepped forward and subdued the defenseless Mr. B, handcuffing him with the restraints he had learned to carry at all times since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change your appearance, you can't fool her eyes.

It all made sense.

flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen

of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest skill was reading

phrenology, nor had she ever offered such services. So how did she discern Mr. B's

a smile, "You've played along with my charade for quite some time. It

you can't

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

of twenty-five, she was forbidden from reading fortunes,

had heeded her master's warning and

possessed the ability to read bone structure, a skill