The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 663

Percival glared at Flynn with venom in his eyes, yet his clenched fist hung suspended, unable to deliver the blow.

A sudden realization washed over him - the man before him was nothing like the uncle he remembered.

This man didn't deserve to carry the name Flynn, didn't deserve the family name, and certainly didn't deserve his fury!

With a slow release, Percival let go, watching Flynn crumple to the ground like a free-falling ragdoll.

Flynn made no attempt to break his fall, laughing softly as he hit the floor, a sound as dry as autumn leaves.

No one knew what his laughter meant, nor could they guess what thoughts were twining through his mind.

Percival pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and, with a look of indifference, tossed it beside the fallen man. "White Tiger, I wonder if you'll still be so cocky without your precious ST-1."

The laughter ceased abruptly, and Flynn's eyes, sharp as daggers, fixed on Percival.

"What do you mean by that?"

With a mocking laugh, Percival said, "Exactly what I said," and turned to leave.

Flynn tried to follow, but chains bound him tightly, rendering him immobile.

All he could do was roar at the iron bars, "Hold it! Clarify your words, stop!"

Percival ignored the shouts and drove away.

Truth be told, his words were a mere guess, sparked by evidence brought back by Willa - a hunch that Flynn had been injecting ST-1.

And it turned out to be accurate.

of ST-1 that even Flynn couldn't

showed no signs of viral infection and was in

mystery remained one that Vivienne could only unravel

headed to her lab, entrusting Karen's care to

in a coma, required no special attention, but Willa felt

whispering, "Sasha, when

talked endlessly about their childhood memories and the days following

left, Dad seemed lost, searching tirelessly for you. He fell sick once and

this one time when Maddox said I trained too much and offered a massage. But somehow, he dislocated my arm in the process. The pain lasted for days. Even now, I still suspect he

"I didn't."

chop, only to be stopped by a strong grip

to help, but you

explained, "Vivienne mentioned you haven't eaten. I brought you some cake to tide you over until Sasha wakes

and withdrew her hand. However, her stomach

and gave the cake to her. "Go eat

began to eat in silence, not resorting to

she always keeps her word. So, let's not worry and just

when his sister, who had just

nodded, holding onto hope. She was certain

massaged Karen,

when are you coming

Willa remained silent.

had barely found any leads. F-Poison was still at large, the ST-1 mystery was unresolved, and even her inquiries at Scepter University

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