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."

taken aback. Vivienne had managed to dig up something no

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

the paper. "Oh, not biological? So, F-Poison adopted

me. Don't stand there acting all high and mighty. You think I'd tell you

"So, for all that kindness

Belle by the throat with a grip

Calista's lab, Vivienne had found more than proof that Belle was F-Poison's adopted daughter; she had uncovered

made from that phone was to

fingerprints were on it, preserved in an evidence bag stored in the

decade, the device still held a charge a testament to the technology her mother had tinkered with. Even the devices GTO used were from her

had a real penchant for

struggled to breathe under Vivienne's vice-like grip,

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

on Vivienne's shoulder. "Vivienne, she

then

fifteen. But Vivienne knew the last call to her mother came from that phone-if not Belle, then it had to be F-Poison. Except the phone

One possibility remained.

and Belle

print, F-Poison had

could have been F-Poison's doing-GTO's

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 emerged from the

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

to shreds? How about I feed you to

that, she jabbed the needle into Belle's neck, emptying the contents

respect. "Young Master, we'll take it from here. We'll make sure Mr. B... Belle tells nothing but the truth." Vivienne nodded, aware of

could never have imagined that one day, her former subordinates would use those same methods on

and Percival left the

suddenly

just addressed Vivienne as the Young Master? Since