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.

said slyly, "this lady here is crazy about Percival. It's

shattered in an instant, and she lunged at Gillian, fists flying. "Vivienne,

to reason, Gillian grabbed Calista's hands,

unhinged, was relentless, nearly tearing Gillian

one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to the chaos. Poor Gillian. Since her arrival in Rivenwood, she had been

her fate seemed

spectacle immensely entertaining. "Gillian's gonna make

the

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

her right, this car was a recent splurge by Percival. When had he become

the scolding, disdainfully shed his suit jacket, tossing it along with the

car and jacket. They're

this fuss over

nothing," Percival

of her being sullied by such contact was repulsive. Vivienne nodded

wheeled up another car.

barely settled in when her phone rang with

number was private, and she rarely received unsolicited calls.

she

really you! I'm in an M State

"Hand it over."

anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if recovering from a serious

"Carl?"

a moment before saying, "Yes, it's me,

dead

but there

sanatorium in M State? Why

Carl call her, urging

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