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,

whom he had met only once, possibly

Vivienne knew

at Percival with a touch of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you

showing empathy, "You've worked hard,

please? This

clenched his jaw, "That's quite enough,

brows knitted together as she swiftly launched a

and with a

with Mr. Wolf, do not interrupt. It displeases me," Vivienne's eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a

Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B stood no chance of

individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was

was out of the question. He

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

B paused, suddenly realizing his

at Vivienne's smug face and understood that he

Thomas: [Subject is

his phone,

"Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how

It all made sense.

himself on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne

hailed from the Emerald Monastery, a disciple of

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

with my charade for quite

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

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

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

her master's warning and refrained

couldn't read fortunes, Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255