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, hadn't

he had met only once, possibly

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

at Percival with a touch of exasperation,

rubbed her head, showing

seriousness, "Can we stay on task, please? This is a mission,

clenched his jaw,

she swiftly

with

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

it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B stood

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

rendered useless, escape was out of the question. He needed to wait for the right moment

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

suddenly realizing his fingers were

that he had been drugged and

phone buzzed with a message from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison detected, organization

phone, "Leopold, take him

since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change

It all made sense.

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

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

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

played along with my charade for quite some time. It seems we must

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

exceeded even her master's. Finnian often remarked she

of twenty-five, she was forbidden from reading

had heeded her master's warning and refrained from the

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

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