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.

what Karen thrived on, and the Agency was anything but. "Mom, this way," Vivienne gestured toward a cell

left, to a cell

cell, the former head boss of CK, known as White

that cell made her skin

Karen's unease and offered, "Mom, do you

to reality. "No, let's

most of his confinement by exercising in

seem to be enjoying yourself,"

Karen might have been good friends, like she was with Micah. They shared an unspoken understanding

tensing up. Without turning, he knew it was her. But he could not

a word. She could tell just how strong Scott's feelings toward Karen were, or he would not have gone easy on her so many

about that

Karen's old flame, it

took a seat. "Old friend,

them, his hands shook as currents zapped from the metal. It hurt, but

was her. She

electric barrier was a cruel reminder of the distance between them. His hand lingered before dropping to his

her characteristic smile. "Looks

his nerves. "Karen, have you

voice cracked, betraying

nodded. "I've been

sadly, words failing him. Thousands of thoughts

sat in silence for a

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