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.

mother,

could Vivienne, whom he had met only once, possibly

Vivienne knew he still hadn't

exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you they were

showing empathy, "You've worked

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

B clenched his jaw, "That's quite

swiftly launched a silver needle

his legs vanished, and with a thud, he knelt helplessly on the

adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face. Mr. B gripped

whether it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr.

this open space, a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware

rendered useless, escape was out of the question.

noticing her hesitation, wore a subtle smirk, "Mr. B, you didn't actually think you'd get the

suddenly realizing his fingers were

at Vivienne's smug face and understood that he had been

Thomas:

pocketed his 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 eyes. Did you really think you were flawless?" Mr. B froze upon hearing Leopold's

It all made sense.

disguise, yet

Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest

not practice phrenology, nor had she ever offered such services. So how did she discern

forcing a smile, "You've played along with my charade for quite some time. It seems we must refine our

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

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

twenty-five, she was forbidden

warning and

to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to

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