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..."

signs as he crouched

had seen Mr. B's face, a visage

around. "She's a

Brian nodded eagerly. "And?"

loose, then

His confidence swelled again. "Believe me,

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

at a

Mr. B's bounty - which would be a

looks did not matter; high bounties were

face. "Cut me loose, and you have my

was not one to let go of either

of bounty hunter would he be if he was not

stepped forward with a smile, retrieving

full of anguish as he watched his

and protection from Brian's hunting," Vivienne said,

spoken, not even his greed

Vivienne warily. "You'd

tell me what Mr. B looks like, and I'll make sure

could potentially spill the beans - easier to handle than

was not about to let this chance

still could not believe it,

who can unlock the secrets of this potion. Your expertise isn't just in poisons. If you wanted to create antidotes, you'd do it with ease. Even

any recognition; it was from the Specter Healer

scarcely believe that his long-time rival

How could that be?

can help me find the antidote for this potion, my respect for you will

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

hear was her saying how much

He would be a

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