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.

is crazy about Percival. It's

Gillian, fists flying. "Vivienne, you bitch, I'm going to

reason, Gillian grabbed Calista's hands,

relentless, nearly tearing Gillian

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

now, her fate seemed

cheered on the sidelines, finding the spectacle immensely entertaining. "Gillian's

Vivienne had left the YQ

the car door, Percival grasped her wrist. "I've given this car to Brody. Let's switch to another one." "You're such

right, this car was a recent splurge by Percival.

tossing it along with the car keys onto the hood of

this car and

this fuss over

nothing," Percival insisted

of her being sullied by

spoke, Thomas wheeled up another car. "Mr. and Mrs.

settled in when her phone

private, and she rarely received unsolicited calls. Who could it

she answered

you! I'm in an M State

"Hand it over."

voices came through the call, one young and anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if recovering from a serious illness. Yet,

"Carl?"

saying, "Yes,

line went dead before

but there was

in M State? Why does that ring a

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

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