The Million-Dollar Heart

Maddox's voice carried a hint of mockery.

It was no wonder he looked down on the Boyds; after all, what they coveted had always belonged to the Perez family. The Boyds had stolen the secrets years ago, yet they had made no progress. And now, they were still obsessively clinging to it.

Theft had apparently become their legacy.

Vivienne could understand, though. After all, heirlooms handed down through generations often became seen as rightful possessions by the descendants.

But why were the Boyds, with their advanced bionic tech and contracts in hand, still seeking collaboration with the Ashfords? Was it possible they could not even decipher the contract themselves? "Uncle, who did the Boyds draft this contract with?" Vivienne inquired.

Maddox looked down, his brows knitting together. After a moment, he spoke gravely, "The Perez family actually initiated this contract. It includes all the technical concepts and outlines for bionic technology. When the Boyds stole it, the Perez family did not draft a new one or seek other partnerships. Instead, they decided to research on their own. However, to be precise, the project was shelved."

Maddox did not specify the other party of the contract, but Vivienne understood.

Some ancient warrior lineages worked for the nation; this partner must be the government.

She did not press further, content with knowing the contract's contents. The bionic tech from back then was no longer a secret; even as a child, Vivienne had been aware of it.

Her mother had shared the basics of bionic tech with her but had not divulged much, nor had she involved Vivienne in the work. The Ashfords were tasked with developing some of the more sensitive components.

After her mother's death, Vivienne had stayed away from the world, sequestered in a spiritual retreat, never meddling with bionic tech again.

Now, Vivienne was sure that the Boyds' intent in collaborating with the Ashfords was to reclaim their stolen technology.

"I've got it, Uncle. Thanks," Vivienne said, tucking the notebook away.

Maddox let go of the severity that did not quite suit him and smiled. "Hungry? Let me treat you to something."

Vivienne shook her head. "Nah, you should think about how to calm Grandpa down and get your credit cards back."

grandpa," Maddox sighed, feigning

memory of that pink-hued night. She put on her sunglasses. "Mr. Wolf is

uncle for your beau," Maddox waved her off, indicating

Yet, he remained seated.

smiled and stood up

she walked out, a poised woman crossed her path. Her attire

once crafted. After its launch, a mysterious buyer snapped it up, and later, she discovered that

at Vivienne but quickly averted her gaze without any sign

her. "Maddox, I knew

not around. Who am I supposed to

the café, Vivienne had already pieced

of the Perez

opposite Maddox, glancing at the departing Vivienne. "Maddox, was

his coffee as if it were water and

push me away? I just wanted to get to know Vivienne; after all,

or

shades, his gaze intense. "If I'm not mistaken, you're thirty-five this year, right? It's

not what

his voice cold. "Then why were you snooping around for the contents of Dad's

wounded. Maddox had lost his patience. "Whatever your reasons, Diana, I'll let it slide this time. But if there's a next time, I won't be so lenient." Diana stepped aside, allowing Maddox to leave. She watched him exit the café, her eyes filling with resentment. In the Perez family,

Willa was the darling of the whole family, while she was practically invisible, never even a

even the child of

Why, oh why!