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.

ST-1 that even Flynn couldn't resist using

showed no signs of viral infection

remained one that Vivienne could only unravel by solving

hospital, Vivienne headed to her lab, entrusting

attention,

palms gently, whispering, "Sasha, when will you

childhood memories and the

lost, searching tirelessly for you. He fell sick once and never fully recovered. Sasha, if you wake up,

trained too much and offered a massage.

"I didn't."

only to be stopped by a

was trying to help,

you haven't eaten. I brought you some cake to tide you

pressed her lips and withdrew her hand.

smiled and gave the cake to her. "Go eat

to eat in silence, not resorting

and just wait for her,"

course, how could he not be worried when his sister, who had just reunited with him, was

onto hope. She was

Karen, he

when are you coming back?

Willa remained silent.

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

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