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

could Vivienne, whom he had met only

Vivienne knew he still

touch of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you

her head, showing empathy,

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

his jaw, "That's

together as she swiftly launched a silver needle from

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

Wolf, do not interrupt. It displeases me," Vivienne's eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already

Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold,

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

was out of the question. He needed to

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

suddenly realizing his fingers were

Vivienne's smug face and understood that he had been

a message from Thomas: [Subject is

his phone, "Leopold, take him

all times since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack

It all made sense.

on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen right

of the

had shown that Vivienne did not practice phrenology, nor had she ever offered such services. So how did she discern Mr. B's

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

are, you can't

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

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

her master's warning and

the ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts

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