The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 672

Brody stepped aside, his hand gently cupping Gillian's cheek, directing her gaze toward the front door.

There, Percival and Vivienne stood, arm in arm, beaming at her with the radiant joy of a blooming bouquet.

Gillian's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend the spectacle before her.

What on earth was happening?

Hadn't Percival taken the bait already?

How could this be?

Where in the world was she?

With a casual wave, Percival called out to Gillian, "Don't just hop into a stranger's ride."

With that, he wrapped his arm around Vivienne's waist, and they strolled away.

Despair engulfed Gillian. It felt like she was staring into an abyss that was her life's end.

But unbeknownst to her, dying wouldn't be easy-not with Brody holding the reins.

Brody fished out a spray bottle from Gillian's purse, examining it with a smirk, "Whoa, isn't this the powerful aphrodisiac I whipped up a few years back? Just a drop, and it'll have you in a frenzy of desire." Swallowing hard, Gillian glared defiantly, "What... what do you plan to do with me? I'm warning you, don't you dare touch me!"

Brody let out a scoff. "Lady, are you for real? Even if I were desperate to hit the sack with you, you'd be the one getting lucky. Where's this confidence coming from?"

With that, he sprayed half the bottle on Gillian's lower body. "I've never seen someone that eager, and I'm curious."

In a mere second, Gillian was writhing in agony, her cries filled with torment. It was hell.

Brody relished her suffering, his gaze shifting to the curious Calista as a wicked idea took root.

lady here is crazy about Percival.

at Gillian,

to reason, Gillian grabbed Calista's hands, directing them toward

relentless,

their struggle, oblivious to the chaos. Poor

now, her fate

spectacle immensely entertaining. "Gillian's gonna make one

the YQ Research Center and

the car door, Percival grasped her wrist. "I've given this car to

memory served her right, this car was a recent splurge by

the scolding, disdainfully shed his suit jacket, tossing it

car and jacket.

chuckled. "All this

nothing," Percival

women had touched was no longer fit for his Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied

wheeled up another car.

her phone rang with

she rarely received unsolicited

a glance at Percival, she answered on speakerphone,

Vivienne, it's really you! I'm in an M

"Hand it over."

through the call, one young and anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if

"Carl?"

took a moment before saying, "Yes, it's me, Vivienne. Come

dead before he

there was no

Who was that? A sanatorium in M

perplexed. Why would Carl call her, urging

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