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.

he said slyly, "this lady here is crazy about Percival.

an instant, and she lunged at Gillian, fists flying. "Vivienne, you bitch,

Calista's hands, directing

relentless, nearly tearing

blood. Yet the two women, one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to

now, her

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

Vivienne had left the YQ Research Center and

the car door, Percival grasped her wrist. "I've given this

car was a recent splurge

it along with the car keys onto the hood of the

touched this car

this fuss over

nothing," Percival

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

another car. "Mr. and

settled in when her phone rang with

rarely received unsolicited calls. Who could it

at Percival, she

Vivienne, it's really you! I'm

"Hand it over."

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

"Carl?"

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

line went dead

but there was no

that? A sanatorium in

perplexed. Why would Carl call

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