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.

her own mother, hadn't noticed

Vivienne, whom he had met only once,

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

of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf,

showing

we stay on task, please? This is a

jaw, "That's

together as she swiftly launched a

and with

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

of whether it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold,

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

legs rendered useless, escape was out of the question. He needed to

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

paused, suddenly realizing his

understood that he had

message from Thomas: [Subject is secure,

his phone, "Leopold,

the restraints he had learned to carry at all times since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how

It all made sense.

prided himself on his flawless disguise, yet

hailed from the Emerald Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian,

did not practice phrenology, nor had she ever

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

shook her finger, "No matter how skilled you are, you can't imitate the warmth in Astrid's eyes.

master's. Finnian often

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

warning and

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

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