The Million-Dollar Heart

Diana flipped open the report, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw today's date stamped at the top.

"What on earth?" She exclaimed, her voice tinged with alarm.

How could this be happening?

Why had Yuri not given up on the paternity test with Vivienne?

She had already tampered with the test results back in Sea City!

Gillian shrugged dismissively. "How should I know? If I had not been on my toes, Vivienne's true identity would have been exposed by now. Ms. Perez, it seems your standing in the Perez family is hanging by a thread."

"There's no need for your reminder, F-Poison!" Diana snapped back, her eyes ablaze with resentment.

And the woman in the villa, the one masquerading under Gillian's guise, was indeed F-Poison.

F-Poison examined her reflection in the mirror, apparently quite pleased with her current facade. She reveled in Diana's animosity without a hint of discomfort.

"Ms. Perez, anger leads to wrinkles, you know. You're still so young; you should take care of your skin," F-Poison advised, patting her own face gently.

Diana tore the paternity report into shreds and tossed it angrily into the trash bin.

She sat back, her gaze heavy with a cold intent. "Says someone who doesn't have to live off her own face. Do you really care about it?"

F-Poison did not shy away from the question. "Of course, I take good care of my skin. Even with a mask, I wouldn't let it suffer. A woman should never neglect herself."

As F-Poison spoke, she settled opposite Diana, lifting a glass of red wine. "Ms. Perez, I've done you a huge favor. Shouldn't I see some form of gratitude by now?"

Diana took a deep breath, her agitation subsiding. "I've only just arrived in Rivenwood, using my father's illness as an excuse to come. Otherwise, the Perez family wouldn't have wanted me here, fearing I'd charm my father into handing over the family fortune to me."

you? When will you fulfill your

was light, as though she was commenting on the

a tingling sense of dread washing over her. She swallowed hard, fighting to keep her hands steady. "I'll make good on my promise soon enough. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten our deal." F-Poison swirled her glass, the wine tracing her lips, her calm eyes betraying a hint of

averted her gaze, not

Don't disappoint me," F-Poison said with a

"Enjoy your drink. I must be

F-Poison replied, still with her back to Diana, her voice airy and

and rushed to her car, her hands finally

haunted by the memory

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Mansion's backyard, she had watched a man scale the fence and approach herself and

positioned herself in front of Diana, eyeing the intruder warily. "Who are

his features obscured by a half-mask, revealed only his lips, shadowed by

first

on, Sasha. Let's go," F-Poison said, extending a hand toward Sasha, his demeanor still pleasant. Diana, hidden

she heard 'make your father lose

Sasha, who was fiercely protecting

Diana

disbelief in her eyes before

F-Poison, her voice timid. "You said to make her

of the car horn snapped Diana back to

breath, and started the car, her gaze

to get rid of you thirty years ago. I won't let your daughter become an obstacle now!' With malice,

At the Rivenwood Penitentiary.

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