The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne was cool as a cucumber as she scrolled through her phone, eventually pulling up a photo and passing the device to Belle.

"Is this the mark of White Tiger?" She asked, her voice steady and casual.

Belle snorted with a smirk. "So what if it is? Even if you found the mark, you won't catch him."

Vivienne let out a dismissive laugh. "How can you talk such a big game without ever having seen the guy?"

That caught Belle off guard. She did not expect Vivienne to know that White Tiger had chosen to not work with her but with the true boss of GTO, the elusive F-Poison.

In other words, White Tiger had not even considered her despite her being GTO's right-hand woman.

Vivienne gulped down her coke a little too fast and burped without a hint of embarrassment, which made Percival chuckle softly as he patted her back gently.

"Easy there, no one's fighting you for it."

Vivienne flashed him a coy smile and a look that said more than words could.

Across from them, Belle cursed under her breath, "You two really have no shame."

Unfazed, Vivienne leaned against Percival's shoulder. "So, spill it-where's your mother?"

Belle's eyes widened in shock as if she had heard something unspeakable. It took her a moment to gather herself.

Indeed, Vivienne was asking about her mother!

After a pause, Belle finally found her voice. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Percival pulled out a document. "This was found in the GTO lab. It confirms that you and your boss are mother and daughter."

aback. Vivienne had managed to dig up something no one in GTO

was a blood analysis report with her name and F-Poison's,

took the paper. "Oh, not biological? So, F-Poison adopted you, and you've been

disdain. "What do you know? You'll never understand the kindness my mother has shown me. Don't stand there acting all high and mighty. You think I'd tell you where she

that kindness your mother showed you,

across the room and grabbed Belle by the throat with a grip that

proof that Belle was F-Poison's adopted daughter; she had uncovered a

from that phone was to her

were on it, preserved in an evidence bag stored

a testament to the technology her

had a real

breathe under Vivienne's vice-like grip,

wasn't... me... I never...

forward, placing a hand on Vivienne's shoulder. "Vivienne, she was only fifteen ten years

then reluctantly let

posed no threat, much less at fifteen. But Vivienne knew the last call to her mother came from that phone-if not Belle, then it

One possibility remained.

and Belle shared

once used her print, F-Poison had been hiding behind her adopted

could have

composed herself and sat back down. "Belle, you will be interrogated for the next three days. Better come clean about all your sins. If not, well, they'll make sure you suffer worse than death." No sooner had Vivienne finished than two figures

at them. "Traitors! Don't you fear F-Poison will find

her sleeves, brandishing a syringe. "Tear us to shreds? How about I feed you

needle into Belle's neck, emptying the contents as Belle's body convulsed, then stiffened until only her mouth

sure Mr. B... Belle tells nothing but the truth." Vivienne nodded,

imagined that one day, her

Percival left the

from under a bed, Percival suddenly remembered

just addressed Vivienne as the Young Master? Since when was Vivienne