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.

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

the left,

cell, the former head boss of CK, known as White Tiger," Vivienne

made her skin crawl-a reluctance mingled with an

unease and offered, "Mom, do you

reality. "No,

find him making the most of his confinement by exercising

be enjoying yourself," Karen

Karen might have been good friends, like she was with Micah. They shared an unspoken understanding that came from a place of genuine

her voice, Scott froze, his body tensing up. Without turning, he knew it was her. But he could not bring himself to look, fearing the

Scott's feelings toward Karen were,

probably did not care about that at all, and

old flame,

seat. "Old

that separated them, his hands shook

her. She

electric barrier

smile. "Looks

go, the current vanishing from his nerves. "Karen, have you been

cracked, betraying his

been fine, thanks for

words failing him. Thousands of thoughts choked in his throat,

a moment before

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