The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 430

Three companions climbed into the car and soon arrived at the Vanguard Agency's secret interrogation room. Inside, Fiona sat with her eyes downcast, lifeless and detached.

The sound of the door opening barely made her look up, only to drop her gaze once again.

Percival took a seat across from her, his deep-set eyes emotionless as they fixed on her, wordless.

A scoff escaped Fiona's lips. "Well played, Percival. You've bested me."

Small talk was the last thing on Percival's mind. He cut to the chase, "Where's the Boar Poison?"

Fiona stiffened, as if the question coiled around her like a vice. "What are you talking about? I don't know!"

He produced a video from the night at Spring Club, "You sat there for three days, and you still can't figure it out?"

Her fists clenched tightly. Those were undoubtedly her most humiliating days - unable to move despite her body's protests, soaked in her own filth... Thinking about this, Fiona couldn't help but feel nauseous.

The disgust and fear in the eyes of the people who found her etched into her memory, unforgettable.

"How did you get that? Why..." Fiona snapped her mouth shut, a flash of realization in her eyes. "It was Vivienne, wasn't it?"

Percival didn't deny it, pressing on, "Where is the Boar Poison?"

Her eyes fell again, "I don't know."

Seeing his disbelief, she added, "After purchasing the Boar Poison, I handed it to Mr. B from GTO. You should be asking him, not me."

Percival's frown deepened, his silence hanging heavy in the air.

After a long pause, he stood and left.

As he reached the door, Fiona called out to his retreating figure, "Even without me, Percival, your days of joy are numbered. Mark my words, you'll never take over the Ellington legacy!" For a moment, Percival paused, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile before he continued out the door.

Vivienne waited in the car outside. Seeing him emerge, she knew he had come up empty-handed.

Fiona, there were others, a third party involved just as the mysterious text had

Fiona had been using the Ellington Group and Jeffrey's gallery for shadowy dealings, trafficking artifacts and expensive artworks. The profits couldn't be just this meager. However, Vivienne

got in the car, his mood as dark as thunderclouds, lifting only slightly in

on the heart," Vivienne said, her fingers lightly

hand in his, looking into her

understanding all too well that he was contemplating how to break the news

granddaughter after Isolde, and he

expectations. Richard would no doubt be heartbroken

his lips brushing her forehead in a

Leopold bit his lip. He said to himself, "Keep calm, don't get angry! Percival, you love-struck fool! Must you always be so affectionate with Vivienne? One day, I'll put an end to this!" Of course, these were thoughts Leopold would only

designated for

here?" he muttered, stepping out to

a glance before following Leopold

"Captain," greeted the driver.

brow furrowed. "What's the

"Didn't you order us here to interrogate

sent you that message!" Percival's urgency drove him straight

It was empty!

anger erupted,

was dumbfounded, "Captain, we were told to release him at the crossroads for a

get the orders?" Percival demanded, his presence as chilling

shrank back, "It came through

communication tool, where Percival usually posted missions

should have reached

their devices, realizing they were the only

grip tightened

Only a select few high-ranking individuals

Thomas sent a message to Percival: [Captain, the subject is

phone and spoke to Vivienne with as much warmth as he could muster, "Vivienne, our guest is

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