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.

own mother, hadn't noticed anything

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

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

at Percival with a touch of exasperation,

rubbed her head, showing empathy, "You've worked hard,

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

B clenched his jaw, "That's

swiftly launched a silver needle

his legs vanished, and with a thud,

glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face. Mr. B gripped

it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold,

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

the question.

hesitation, wore a subtle smirk, "Mr. B, you didn't actually think you'd get the chance to pull the

suddenly realizing his fingers

smug face and understood that he had

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

phone, "Leopold, take

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

It all made sense.

his flawless disguise,

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

had she ever offered such services. So how did she discern Mr. B's

along with my charade for quite some time. It seems we must refine our art

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

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

forbidden from reading fortunes, lest

her master's warning

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

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