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,

Vivienne, whom he had met only once, possibly

knew he still hadn't

a touch of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I

tenderly rubbed her head, showing empathy,

note of seriousness, "Can we stay on task, please? This is a mission, not

jaw, "That's quite

knitted together as she swiftly launched a silver needle

his legs vanished, and with a thud, he knelt

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

Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B stood no chance of

if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would be the

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

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

realizing his fingers

at Vivienne's smug face and understood that he had been drugged and was powerless to

from Thomas: [Subject is secure, no poison

pocketed his phone, "Leopold, take

" My Vivienne has a

It all made sense.

had prided himself on his flawless disguise,

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

not practice phrenology, nor had she

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

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

exceeded even her master's. Finnian often

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

heeded her master's warning and refrained from

structure, a skill unrelated to

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