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.

even worse - a bomb!

their right mind tosses a bomb around like a

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

her legs shifting

on the ship, my

murmured absentmindedly,

rise, "Could this be connected to the Boyd

sharpened as she looked at him.

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

and that he would represent her. I agreed, and during preparations yesterday, my men told me the Boyd family's head wanted to drop off a flora arrangement. I did not question it, but it's

then a signal beeped in

The shipment had arrived.

buzzed with a message. He wanted to check it but could not do so in front of Vivienne,

her eyes closing. "Let

that, she went

not to move. He knew Vivienne was

matter of the bomb had touched a nerve, and his

grew increasingly anxious as his phone continued to vibrate in his

the shipment had

Why bother messaging him?

and were now at the Sea City harbor. Leopold and Thomas had secured the docks, sealing off all

the black market, identical to flour and often sold alongside grains to

brow furrowed. "How

a glance with Leopold before revealing

"Three tons."

Anna gasped. "How much?"

"Three tons," Thomas repeated.

could profit enough

haul but had not imagined it would

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