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.

her own mother,

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

knew he still hadn't grasped

exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you they

rubbed her head, showing

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

B clenched his jaw,

swiftly launched a silver

legs vanished, and with a thud, he knelt helplessly

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

Leopold, Mr. B stood no chance of a

even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he

rendered useless, escape was out of the question. He needed to

didn't actually think you'd get the chance to pull the trigger, did

paused, suddenly realizing

that he had

with a message from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison

his phone, "Leopold, take

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. Did you really think you were flawless?" Mr.

It all made sense.

had prided himself on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen right through

disciple of the

not practice phrenology, nor had she ever offered such

with my charade for quite some time. It seems we

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

master's. Finnian often remarked she

she was forbidden from reading

heeded her master's warning and

read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts and

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