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.

"this lady here is crazy about Percival. It's because of her

instant, and she lunged at Gillian, fists flying. "Vivienne, you bitch, I'm going to kill

reason, Gillian grabbed Calista's hands, directing

was relentless, nearly tearing

blood. Yet the two women, one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to the chaos. Poor Gillian. Since

her fate

immensely entertaining. "Gillian's gonna make one hell of a

had left the YQ Research Center

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

this car was a recent

shed his suit jacket, tossing it along with the car keys

touched this car and jacket. They're

"All this fuss over

not nothing," Percival

touched was no longer fit for his Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied by such contact was repulsive. Vivienne nodded in agreement. "Alright, we'll do it your

another car. "Mr. and Mrs. Ellington, shall

barely settled in when her phone rang with an

and she rarely received unsolicited

she answered

I'm

"Hand it over."

other frail and unsteady, as

"Carl?"

before saying, "Yes,

dead

there

sanatorium in M State? Why does that ring a

frowned, perplexed. Why would Carl call her, urging her

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