The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 530

Patrick's limbs were beyond his control, his body betraying him as he followed Vivienne's retreating steps.

Behind him, Gillian's heart-wrenching cries for her father echoed through the air, but he was powerless to respond. Patrick finally felt the command of his body returned when they reached a secluded cabin on the ship.

But now, with both Percival and Anna guarding the door, escape was an impossibility.

"Kneel," Vivienne commanded, her voice serene as she sat on the seat representing authority.

Patrick fell to his knees with a thud, not out of compulsion but from the sheer force of Vivienne's presence.

His legs tingled with numbness, sharp pains shooting through his knees as if a thousand needles were pricking them.

Beads of sweat formed on his brow, trickling down his temples and disappearing onto his shoulders.

Vivienne sat with her legs crossed, her slender neck held high with disdain, a hint of scorn in her gaze.

As Patrick knelt, Vivienne wondered what her mother had seen in him. How could such a spineless man be entrusted with the critical technology of bionics?

She regarded him with contempt and curiosity, slowly pulling the small "Morning Glory" from her pocket and tossing it at Patrick.

Instinctively, he caught it, his forehead bulging with veins, paralyzed with fear.

When he saw what it was, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He had thought she had thrown a knife at him!

"Madam, what is this?" he stammered.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, her voice calm. "A miniature bomb."

Shocked to his core, Patrick scrambled behind the couch for cover.

it was even worse - a bomb!

in their right mind tosses a bomb around like

Patrick's reaction, Vivienne could almost be certain of his innocence regarding the

shifting

presence on the ship, my daughter and I were there, too. I would never risk our lives by planting a bomb. This has

murmured

to rise, "Could this

sharpened as she looked

of the bionic tech, I could not

preparations yesterday, my men told me the Boyd family's head wanted to drop off a flora

then a signal beeped in

The shipment had arrived.

it but could not do so in

her eyes closing. "Let

that, she

move. He knew Vivienne

nerve, and his pale excuses and baseless suspicions held little

anxious as his phone continued to vibrate in his

had arrived,

Why bother messaging him?

cabin and were now at the Sea City harbor. Leopold and Thomas had secured the docks, sealing off all incoming shipments and detaining the dockworkers. "Percival, we found it—it's Keco,"

the black market, identical to flour and often sold alongside

furrowed. "How

exchanged a glance with Leopold before revealing an

"Three tons."

Anna gasped. "How much?"

"Three tons," Thomas repeated.

profit enough

but had not imagined

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