The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 452

Brody snorted coldly at Vivienne. "Just you wait. I'll concoct a poison that makes yours look like cherry soda, and you won't even know what hit you when you're lying six feet under!" Without missing a beat, Brian's hand connected with a resounding smack to the back of Brody's head. "What's with that tone? You talking to Vivienne like that? Looking for a knuckle sandwich?" "You already gave me one!" Brody roared back.

Brian, unimpressed, hoisted Brody up by his collar and started fiddling with his face, poking and prodding. "Your face is quite real, isn't it?"

Right now, Brody was tied up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey, unable to make any moves, much less poison anyone. His sharp tongue was about the only weapon he had left.

Seizing a moment of distraction, Brody sank his teeth into Brian's finger. "This is my real face!"

Instantly, Brian's finger started to turn a shade of purple as vivid as a ripe eggplant.

Vivienne casually dusted some powder on Brian's hand, then looked at Brody. "You're quite the spring chicken."

She had to admit Brody's disguise was top-notch.

Back in the loony bin, she had not even realized he was in disguise.

She had truly thought that the nerdy loser look was Brody's actual face.

Tsk.

She had underestimated her adversary.

"The secret's in the moisturizer!" Brody panted, plopping onto the floor. "Brian, cut me loose. I'm a small fry, really. I've got bigger fish for you."

Brian's interest was piqued, poison forgotten. "Bigger fish? Who?"

Brody wiggled a bit. "Untie me first."

"Spill first," Brian retorted, unmoved.

Brody took a deep breath, feeling like a caged lion taunted by mutts.

"Ever heard of GTO? They've got a second-in-command, who goes by Mr. B. I've seen her. The bounty on her head..."

might as well have turned into dollar signs as he crouched

face, a visage not even the likes of Quincy had laid eyes

darted around. "She's a dame, about five-six, with chestnut

Brian nodded eagerly. "And?"

me loose, then I'll

swelled again. "Believe me,

the threat. "Do it. Poison me. Then, say goodbye to Mr. B's bounty,

at a

walk and, with it, any leads on Mr. B's bounty - which would be a jackpot ten times Brody's size -

world, looks did not matter;

Brody's face. "Cut me loose, and you have my

Brian was not one to let go of

kind of bounty hunter would he be if

Brian like a fiddle, then stepped forward with

as he watched his pilfered potion taken

and protection from Brian's hunting," Vivienne said, toying with the potion in her hand. Brian stood by her side, wisely holding his

not

"You'd do that for

what Mr. B looks like, and I'll make sure you have everything you need for your

could potentially

to

believe it, eyeing her

isn't just in poisons. If you wanted to create

was not just any recognition; it was from the Specter Healer

his long-time rival was actually

How could that be?

me find the antidote for

on that antidote right now!" And so, with flattery from

was her saying how much more she would respect

Healer? He would be a fool to pass it

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