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."

was taken aback. Vivienne had managed to dig up something

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

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

my mother has shown me. Don't stand there

for all that kindness your mother showed you, you killed

a flash, Vivienne lunged across the room and grabbed Belle by the throat with a grip that could snap it in

Vivienne had found more than proof that Belle was

call made from that phone was to her mother on the

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

a decade, the device still held a charge a testament to the technology

had a real penchant

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

me... I never...

Vivienne's shoulder. "Vivienne, she was only fifteen ten years ago.

then reluctantly

twenty-five, Belle 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 had to be F-Poison. Except the phone bore no

One possibility remained.

and Belle

Calista had once used her print, F-Poison had been

crimes could have been F-Poison's

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

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

syringe. "Tear us to shreds? How about I feed you to

contents as Belle's body convulsed,

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

her former subordinates

Percival

a bed, Percival suddenly remembered something

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