The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 535

Patrick was floored by the girl before him, his words catching in his throat as he fell silent.

Quincy did not bother with further conversation. Grabbing her press pass from the table, she stood up and left.

Patrick tugged at his tie, exhaling a long breath of relief.

Dealing with the devil always comes at a price, he mused.

After leaving Patrick's press conference, Quincy took a shortcut and emerged transformed, her professional aura all but gone.

Dressed in a tank top with overalls and sporting a baseball cap, she slung a canvas bag over her shoulder, the picture of a college student.

She waited at the crossroads until a nondescript black Volkswagen pulled up.

"Are you my Uber?" Quincy asked.

The driver poked his head out, sunglasses masking his eyes. "Yeah, hop in, sweetheart."

Quincy smiled and opened the door. Soon, the Volkswagen blended into the stream of city traffic.

"Captain Wolf, can't you guys get me a better ride next time? This one just doesn't suit my style," Leopold grumbled from the driver's seat, resting one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the door. Percival, seated in the passenger seat, turned his head slightly, disregarding Husky's complaints.

In the backseat, Quincy tipped her cap to greet Vivienne. "Long time no see."

"You've gotten taller." Vivienne smiled back.

They skipped the small talk, diving straight into the heart of the matter.

"Ever since the operation to take down Mark ended, I've been out of the loop, just lying low in Rivenwood. After the lab was blown up by someone named Willa, I got zero instructions. It was not until yesterday that I was suddenly told to come to Sea City and give Patrick his next assignment."

you

is that the boss goes by F-Poison. The orders come through online messages. I've tried tracking him, but there's nothing to trace." Quincy pulled out her phone and showed

the source on her laptop

network's been beefed up since our mentor's days. We can't track

after all these years, GTO had upped their game.

network was a pipe

sighed, burdened by the thought

phone. "As for the bomb on the ship, I was out of the loop. That

"Another team?"

and the operations kept running smoothly. This leads me to believe Mr. B was not the real second-in-command or that others at her level are still

than one so-called

Like the bomb incident-handled by her deputy in Sea City. I've yet to figure out who that

had not been for this trip to Sea City and the discovery of the bionic

second-in-command after all;

was in charge

F-Poison even

let you know if anything else comes up,"

parked the car, and Quincy stepped

she left, Percival moved to the back

under the Ashford family's factory. We'll wait for him

and the Boyd family will probably fall to Patrick soon. Once a person

smiles, anticipating

and Eliza to take over the Boyd Group. "Where the hell is the contract with the Ashford family? Speak up, you decrepit old fool!" Teresa slammed her hand

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