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

had met

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

of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you they were

rubbed her head, showing empathy, "You've

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

his jaw, "That's quite

she swiftly launched a

over his legs vanished, and with a thud, he

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

Leopold, Mr. B stood

a well-trained individual could easily dodge 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

didn't

paused, suddenly realizing his fingers were

looked at Vivienne's smug face and understood that he

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

phone, "Leopold, take

Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change your appearance, you can't fool her eyes. Did you really think you were

It all made sense.

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

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

had she ever offered such services. So how did she discern Mr. B's

played along with my charade for quite

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

phrenology exceeded even her master's. Finnian often remarked she was a

forbidden from reading

had heeded her master's warning and refrained

the ability to read bone structure, a

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