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

confirmed that Flynn showed no signs of viral infection and was

mystery remained one that Vivienne could only unravel by solving ST-1's

to her lab,

still in a coma, required no special attention, but Willa felt compelled to stay

whispering,

talked endlessly about their childhood memories and the days following Karen's departure from the

seemed lost, searching tirelessly for you. He fell sick once and never

I trained too much and offered a massage. But somehow, he dislocated my arm in the

"I didn't."

a swift chop, only to be stopped by a strong grip on

to help, but you resisted, and I accidentally

I brought you some cake to tide you over

and withdrew her hand.

smiled and gave the cake to her.

cake, Willa began to eat in silence, not resorting to escaping

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

be worried when his sister, who had just reunited with him, was

nodded, holding onto hope. She was certain Sasha would wake

massaged Karen,

when are you coming back? Dad's worried

Willa remained silent.

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

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