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.

was a knife, but it was even worse

in their right mind tosses

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

her legs shifting position as she lounged

no idea about this. Even if we set aside your presence on the ship, my daughter and

know," Vivienne murmured absentmindedly, frowning

in relief and began to rise, "Could this

as she looked at

engagement party fiasco, I cut all ties with the Boyd family. But for the sake of the bionic tech, I could not completely sever our relationship. I thought of sending an invite, and the Boyd family's head came to

drop off a flora arrangement. I did not question it, but it's suspicious now that I think

signal beeped in her

The shipment had arrived.

the same time, Patrick's phone buzzed with a message. He wanted to check it but could not do so in front of Vivienne, so he

her eyes closing.

she

dared not to move. He knew Vivienne was not

touched a nerve, and his pale excuses and baseless suspicions

grew increasingly anxious as his phone continued

the shipment had arrived, just deliver

Why bother messaging him?

and Thomas had secured the docks, sealing off all incoming shipments and detaining the dockworkers. "Percival, we found it—it's Keco," Thomas reported, handing

the black market, identical to flour and often sold alongside

brow furrowed. "How

glance with Leopold before

"Three tons."

Anna gasped. "How much?"

"Three tons," Thomas repeated.

Keco could profit enough to buy a small

significant haul but had not imagined it would be

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