The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 493

Crashing his phone to the ground, Flynn unleashed a fury of stomps upon the shattered device.

"I lost. Take me in." Flynn's voice dripped with laziness as he raised his hands in mock surrender, tilting his head to catch Percival's gaze.

But then, with a swift bite, he crushed the cyanide hidden in his molar.

He had always known this day would come.

Even in death, he would not be cuffed by the likes of Percival!

Blood spilled from his mouth as he knelt, the light fading behind his designer spectacles, "Percival, you'll never unearth the kingpin behind GTO."

His laughter echoed through the dark alley, a spectral sound that chilled to the bone.

Yet, the agony he anticipated never arrived.

F-Poison had given him this poison, and it was a lethal concoction, sure death on contact. How was he still alive?

Lifting his head, Flynn locked eyes with Vivienne, whose expression was akin to someone watching a fool. It all clicked.

She, the Specter Healer, was behind this.

Vivienne towered over him, her aura that of a queen, "Wish to die?"

Flynn glared back, bitter. "There's no grudge between us. My death serves you no ill!"

Her smile bloomed, radiant and short-lived, replaced by a chilling murderous intent. "Your death means nothing to me. But you dared cross Mr. Wolf. For that, I would have relished your end. However..." Her smile returned as she said, "Since you so desire death, I won't oblige you."

His eyes narrowed, venomous. "There are a thousand ways to die if I wish it."

I bestowed upon you,

continued, "It will tear at you, two hours each day, gnawing at your insides while leaving no physical mark. Enjoy the rest of

Flynn's pupils dilated.

but knowing she was the Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the means to craft

face death, but not the

die. Cross those I care for, and you'll beg for death. White Tiger, if fate grants a next time, strike me first-you might find

words, calm and steady, bathed in sunlight, highlighted her

a silent vow never to provoke those dear to Vivienne;

at her words, overwhelmed by the

had given her all to him; he resolved to

to Flynn, Vivienne rose and

waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with his free hand.

watched, lips pressed tightly, one last attempt for understanding,

being the Ellington heir so

another, vied

wealthiest in

powers were the ancient warrior lineages, hidden

no political sway. Percival's integrity as the captain of the Vanguard Agency, now

his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington family had zero

not fathom why

glanced at his father.

he was

Old age was

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