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.

slyly, "this lady here is crazy about Percival. It's

instant, and she lunged at Gillian,

grabbed Calista's hands,

unhinged, was relentless,

crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to

now, her fate

the sidelines, finding the spectacle immensely entertaining. "Gillian's gonna make one hell of

Vivienne had left the YQ Research

"I've given this car to Brody. Let's switch to another

served her right, this car was a recent splurge by Percival. When

disdainfully shed his suit jacket, tossing it

car and jacket.

chuckled. "All this

not nothing,"

her being sullied by such contact was repulsive. Vivienne nodded in agreement. "Alright, we'll

another car. "Mr.

had barely settled in when her phone rang with

number was private, and she rarely received unsolicited calls. Who could

a glance at Percival, she answered on speakerphone,

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

"Hand it over."

anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if recovering from a serious illness. Yet, Vivienne found the second voice oddly

"Carl?"

before saying, "Yes, it's

went dead before he

but there

in M State? Why does that

perplexed. Why would Carl call her, urging her

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