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.

lunged at Gillian, fists flying. "Vivienne, you bitch,

Gillian grabbed Calista's hands, directing them toward

was relentless, nearly tearing

continued their struggle, oblivious to the chaos.

her fate seemed

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

Percival and Vivienne had left the

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

a recent splurge by Percival.

tossing it along with the car keys onto the hood

car and jacket.

"All this fuss

not nothing," Percival insisted

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

spoke, Thomas wheeled up another

settled in when her phone rang with an

private, and she rarely received unsolicited calls. Who

Percival, she answered on speakerphone, "Who's

really you! I'm in an M State

"Hand it over."

one young and anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if recovering

"Carl?"

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

went dead before he could

there

that? A sanatorium in M State? Why does that

Why would Carl call

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