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.

knife, but it was even worse - a bomb! Vivienne was

right mind tosses a bomb

certain of his innocence regarding the bomb

found on your ship," she stated, her legs shifting position as she lounged back on the sofa, lazily eyeing

"Madam, I swear I had no idea about this. Even if we set aside your presence on the ship, my daughter and

murmured absentmindedly, frowning

rise, "Could

looked at him. "You

all ties with the Boyd family. But for the sake of the bionic

head wanted to drop off a flora arrangement. I did not question it,

a signal beeped in her earpiece-it was from

The shipment had arrived.

with a message. He wanted to check it but could not do

yawned, her eyes closing. "Let

that, she

not to move. He knew Vivienne was not dozing off

of the bomb had touched a nerve, and his pale excuses and baseless suspicions held little

phone continued to vibrate

had

Why bother messaging him?

the docks, sealing

the black market, identical to flour and often sold

brow furrowed.

exchanged a glance with Leopold before revealing an astonishing

"Three tons."

Anna gasped. "How much?"

"Three tons," Thomas repeated.

could profit enough to

but had not imagined it would

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