The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 690

Tom raised his hand, signaling the squad to advance.

The crew approached the villa at a measured pace.

Vivienne and Percival lagged behind, letting the first wave take point before ambushing, quickly followed by the second. It wasn't long before the villa was surrounded.

Inside the villa.

Samantha's eyes snapped open, her hand instinctively touching her face. Sensing something amiss, she bolted up and strode to the mirror. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together at her reflection. Her face was etched with wrinkles. Her skin was aging rapidly.

"Damn it!" she cursed, slamming her palm down on the wooden desk, which splintered under the force. "Another failure."

She had slept all day, yet the lines on her face hadn't softened. ST-1 couldn't stave off her aging.

At this rate, she would die before getting what she wanted.

Samantha composed herself, then dialed a number on her phone.

"Didn't I say no calls unless it's urgent?" a gruff voice snapped from the other end, clearly irked.

Ignoring his tone, Samantha went straight to the point. "Time to develop a new drug. ST-1 isn't cutting it. I think we can start by..."

She stopped mid-sentence, bolting to the window. Seeing the siege outside, her expression darkened.

"What's going on?" the man demanded.

"I've been made."

"Idiot!" he barked.

cold edge to her voice. "Save your insults. Better hurry if you want

useless," the man scolded, but Samantha cut

you don't save me, you can kiss your

knew she couldn't escape this time. She had evaded capture before, using her tech savvy, but if Vivienne was so prepared that she could not even notice the siege beforehand, her options were limited. She had to rely on that man to

silent as if he were

the man finally said

with relief silently, turning back to

were at the villa's front, and someone was unloading

to blow up the place, she realized, her eyes

clearly

for its strategic advantage, using high-tech to cloak the area behind an illusionary barrier. But somehow, Vivienne had found

eyes narrowed as she grabbed an object from the drawer, her

her next move, the

Percival stood there,

you to be first. Thought your mother

hands in her pockets, looked down at Samantha, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. Probably because of her running earlier, a few strands of stray

needed

you think you can take me?" Samantha

smile was

beauty, recovered quickly. "Let's talk. Might be our last chance, nephew and...

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