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

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

Calista's hands,

was relentless, nearly tearing

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

now, her

spectacle immensely entertaining. "Gillian's gonna

Percival and Vivienne had left the

given this car to Brody. Let's switch to another one." "You're such a spendthrift,"

a recent splurge by Percival.

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

touched this car and

chuckled. "All this fuss over

nothing,"

that other women had touched was no longer fit for his Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied by such contact was repulsive. Vivienne nodded

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

in when her phone rang with an

rarely

at Percival, she answered on speakerphone,

really you! I'm

"Hand it over."

other frail and unsteady, as if recovering from a serious illness.

"Carl?"

before saying, "Yes, it's me, Vivienne. Come quickly,

line went dead before

redialed, but there was no

A sanatorium in M State? Why does

frowned, perplexed. Why would Carl

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