The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 622

In Rivenwood, in the depths of an off-the-grid prison unlike any other, the inmates were not your garden-variety criminals. Not even the hardened murderers found solace within these walls.

At present, this prison housed a mere trio of prisoners.

Flynn, Scott, and Fiona Ellington.

Fiona, though her body was a patchwork of decay, possessed sensory faculties that rivaled a healthy man in his prime. However, this heightened perception meant she also endured agonies far beyond the ker of ordinary humans.

Flynn, too, lived each day in excruciating pain, a modern-day Prometheus, his vitals ravaged daily, only to regenerate each dawn anew. This was Vivienne's brand of retribution.

Scott, in contrast, seemed almost content. Free from the physical torment, his punishment was a Sisyphean task of endless paperwork. He accepted his fate with a disarming calmness, even pointing out errors for correction by his wardens from the Vanguard Agency.

Many said Scott was the quietest of the three.

Vivienne and Karen arrived to find Soren and Anna waiting at the gate.

"Ms. Vivienne, Ms. Karen," Anna greeted as she adorned their wrists with security bands.

Back then, Vivienne was Percival's wife, and Percival was the deputy. Thus, she had never needed such measures before, but times had changed.

Soren collected all their communication devices, casting curious glances at Karen. She gave him a playful warning, "Hotshot, any more staring, and you'll be crossing a line."

"My apologies, Captain," Soren blurted a tad too quickly.

His curiosity stemmed from wondering why Percival respected Karen so much to call her master.

"Don't call me Captain; I have no plans of returning to the Vanguard Agency," Karen said with a smirk before stepping through the threshold.

and protocol. Freedom was what Karen thrived on, and the Agency

drawn to the left, to a cell secured with

Flynn's cell, the former head boss of

something about that cell made her skin crawl-a reluctance mingled with

Karen's unease and offered, "Mom, do

reality. "No,

him making the most of his confinement by exercising in a meticulously

enjoying yourself,"

second-in-command of GTO and had not been Belle's stand-in, he and Karen might have been good friends, like she was

turning, he knew it was her.

without saying a word. She could tell just how strong Scott's feelings toward Karen were, or he would not have gone easy on

about that at all, and neither would she

Karen's old flame, it was only polite to give

took a seat. "Old

Approaching the bars that separated them, his hands shook as currents zapped from the metal. It hurt, but he did not let

her.

like old times, but the electric barrier was a cruel reminder of the distance between them. His hand lingered before dropping to his

characteristic smile. "Looks like I'm doing

his nerves. "Karen,

voice cracked,

"I've been

him. Thousands of thoughts

a moment

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