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

whom he had met only once, possibly

expression, Vivienne knew

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

showing empathy, "You've

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

his jaw, "That's quite

knitted together as she swiftly launched a silver needle

his legs vanished, and with

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

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

this open space, a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware

of the question. He needed to wait for the right

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

B paused, suddenly realizing

smug face and understood that he had been drugged and was powerless to

message from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison

pocketed his phone, "Leopold, take him

forward and subdued the defenseless Mr. B, handcuffing him with 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

It all made sense.

his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen right

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

had she

my charade for quite some time. It seems we must refine our art of

you can't imitate the warmth in Astrid's eyes. The face

for phrenology exceeded even her master's.

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

master's warning and refrained

structure, a skill

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