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.

Cordelia, her own mother, hadn't noticed anything

he had met

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

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

rubbed her head, showing empathy,

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

jaw, "That's quite enough,

together as she swiftly

with a thud, he knelt helplessly on the

cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already enchanting face. Mr. B gripped his gun tighter but knew better than to

or even Leopold, Mr. B stood no chance

even if hit by chance, Mr. B

question. He needed to wait for the right moment to

wore a subtle smirk, "Mr. B, you didn't actually think

suddenly realizing his fingers were

that he had been

with a message from Thomas:

pocketed his phone, "Leopold, take

"Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for

It all made sense.

had prided himself on his flawless disguise, yet

the Emerald Monastery, a disciple of

shown that Vivienne did not practice phrenology, nor had she ever offered such services. So how did she

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

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

had heeded her master's warning and refrained

she couldn't read fortunes, Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure,

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