The Million-Dollar Heart

Mark knew his fate was sealed. Betraying the Nine Mystics Society and harming his brethren had left him no escape.

His only option now was to divulge what he knew about GTO to save his own skin.

"Young Master, my latest orders were to shift our operations to Sea City and locate someone named Imogen to await further instructions. That's all I was told, Young Master. Please, can you spare my life?" Vivienne's eyes narrowed.

Imogen had fled to Sea City, the turf of the Perez family.

Mark continued to plead as a tear traced his cheek.

Vivienne brushed off the man's insincere tears and pressed, "Once in Sea City, how will you find Imogen?"

"I don't know, but our base there is at a virus research facility. I haven't been given details."

Seizing a thread of hope, Mark blurted out, "Young Master, I'll make amends. I'll go to Sea City, uncover the research facility, and deliver this woman, Imogen, to you. I swear I'll complete the mission."

His voice was urgent, punctuated by fits of coughing that suddenly brought forth blood. His heart felt pierced with a thousand needles, suffocating him with pain.

Vivienne stood, dusted off her jacket, and said indifferently, "I gave Flynn a poison that's tearing him apart from the inside. Yours is a hundred times stronger. You'll spend every moment in agony." Mark collapsed, his face ashen.

No one knew better than him the potency of the Young Master's poisons.

His pleas were in vain.

Just as he thought this was the harshest punishment, Vivienne spoke slowly, "You think this is enough?"

Mark shuddered.

Was there something worse waiting for him?

pockets, looked down upon him. "I've always said, from the day you joined the Nine Mystics Society, death would never be the best outcome. For a traitor...

door, Draven entered. "Young

document, pressed Mark's thumb for a print, and walked out, leaving behind a chilling command, "Throw him

to a fevered pitch, "Young Master, I beg you. I'll never betray you again. Please,

was stunned by her

private kennel of ferocious dogs used to punish traitors.

to cross her.

how much

pang of sympathy. A simple betrayal might have ended with poison, but Mark had joined GTO, the organization that had killed Vivienne's mother, and she

many from GTO, but none suffered as Mark

death. They were not GTO's boss, and she never had any personal grudge against them. Thus, if they did not cross her, she might grant them a quick death if she was feeling

she was attached to all Nine

hound pit. If he were betrayed by someone he trusted, he would do

a law-abiding citizen. Why would I kill? Don't you worry, you won't die. You'll be tended to every day, year after year unless I die.

hope. He sat, mouth

was waiting, having overheard everything. Mark's

would not forgive

always been absent, and that only seemed

the document and said, "From today, you are the head of the Miller family. Everything is

that upon his death, everything would pass

truly dead was irrelevant. What mattered was

knew very well that whether he could obtain complete

promise, the Miller family will never harbor

with a young