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."

slightly, "The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it 'Mandragora.' It will hijack your nerves. Should suicidal thoughts arise, it will paralyze

at you, two hours each day, gnawing at your insides while

Flynn's pupils dilated.

he would have scoffed at such claims, but knowing she was the Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the means

not the dread of

was evident as she crouched to meet his eyes, her voice a cold, clear chime. "Cross me, you die. Cross those I care for, and you'll beg for death. White Tiger, if fate grants a next

bathed in sunlight,

present made a silent vow never to provoke those dear to Vivienne; a life

words, overwhelmed by the depth of her

resolved to be worthy of her for the

Vivienne rose and walked over

Vanguard Agency operatives with his free hand.

pressed tightly, one last attempt for understanding,

being the Ellington heir so

after another, vied for

was the wealthiest in Rivenwood,

powers were the ancient warrior lineages,

sway. Percival's integrity as the captain of

for his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington family had zero influence in the

fathom why his

glanced at his

he was

Old age

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