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.

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

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

Gillian grabbed Calista's hands, directing them

relentless, nearly tearing Gillian

table was soon drenched in blood. Yet the two women, one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to the chaos. Poor

now, her

finding the spectacle immensely entertaining. "Gillian's gonna make one

left the

grasped her wrist. "I've given this car to Brody.

car was a recent splurge by Percival. When had he become

his suit jacket, tossing it along with the car

car and jacket.

chuckled. "All this

nothing," Percival

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

up another

in when her phone rang

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

a glance at Percival, she answered on speakerphone,

you! I'm

"Hand it over."

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

"Carl?"

before saying, "Yes,

dead before he could

redialed, but there was no

sanatorium in M State? Why does that

perplexed. Why would Carl call

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