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."

dig up something no one in GTO

document was a blood analysis report with her

F-Poison adopted you, and

has shown me. Don't stand

"So, for all that kindness your mother showed you,

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

than proof that Belle was F-Poison's adopted

was to her mother on the very day

it, preserved in an evidence bag

device still held a charge a testament to the technology her mother had tinkered with.

a real penchant

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

me... I never... never even met...

forward, placing a hand on Vivienne's shoulder. "Vivienne, she was only fifteen ten years ago. It wasn't

hesitated, then reluctantly

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

One possibility remained.

and Belle shared a

her print, F-Poison had been hiding behind her adopted daughter's

Belle's alleged crimes could have been

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

you fear F-Poison will

syringe. "Tear us to shreds?

needle into Belle's neck, emptying the contents as Belle's body convulsed, then

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 GTO's reputation for coercive

that one day, her former subordinates would use those same

and Percival left

out from under a bed, Percival suddenly remembered something and looked at Vivienne.

Since when was Vivienne the Young Master? And