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.

about Percival. It's because

Gillian, fists flying.

Calista's

was relentless, nearly tearing Gillian

one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to the chaos. Poor Gillian. Since her

now, her

cheered on the sidelines, finding the spectacle immensely entertaining.

left the YQ Research Center and approached their

Percival grasped her wrist. "I've given this car to Brody. Let's switch

was a recent splurge by Percival. When had

tossing it along with the car keys onto

car and jacket. They're

this fuss

nothing,"

Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied by

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

in when her phone

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

Percival, she answered

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

"Hand it over."

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

"Carl?"

saying, "Yes, it's me, Vivienne.

went dead before he

redialed, but there

off. Who was that? A sanatorium in M

frowned, perplexed. Why would Carl call her,

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