The Million-Dollar Heart

At the Grimshaw family's mansion.

Ever since Samantha was whisked away by that enigmatic man, she had plunged into unconsciousness.

It wasn't until nightfall that she began to stir, finally coming to.

Waking up, she was immediately hit by an all-over ache, as if she had been dismantled and poorly reassembled. Luckily, the damaged pathways within her had been expertly reconnected. As she mulled over this, the door creaked open, and a man strolled in.

Upon seeing him, Samantha flashed a smile, sultry as a siren's call. She rose to her feet and sidled up to him, her voice a soft drip of honey. "I knew you'd come for me." The man cast her a nonchalant glance, his voice sharp as ice. "Foolish!"

"I was careless this time. I didn't expect Vivienne to be so formidable. After all this time in hiding, she managed to find me." Samantha's voice was tinged with frustration.

That villa had cost her a pretty penny, fortified with barriers so sophisticated that even a master hacker might fail to pinpoint her sanctuary.

But she had overlooked one thing: Vivienne was no ordinary hacker. She was the Shadow Wolf!

A legend in the hacking world.

And her mother, Karen, was even more skilled than she.

The duo was not only evil but seemed to be at cosmic odds with Samantha herself.

The man watched her, expressionless, silent as stone.

Sensing his displeasure, Samantha purred, "With your skills, they won't find you."

A flicker of something passed through the man's eyes. He spoke, his voice deep and resonant, "When will you have what I want ready?"

"It will take time!"

His face darkened immediately.

"I've just been rescued by you. Vivienne and Percival are scouring the city for me. I can't expose myself yet. Arrange a place for me to stay, and once things cool

to regard her in cold

I've found the research direction. I'm planning an upgraded version of ST-1 with a few more potent ingredients. It shouldn't be

such direction. But she had to say it. This man was nothing like Francis,

Also,

immortal with her. But for her, immortality was about forever ensnaring men with her beauty. Apart from Francis and the man before her, there were

flavor of man but never bore a child

coolly, "Make sure it's

closer, her alabaster fingers tracing lightly along his jawline, her voice a

looked down at Samantha, who was clad in the silk lace nightgown he had chosen for her. The neckline plunged daringly, hinting at the

upon him, and at last, he reacted. He gripped Samantha's head, his kiss fierce. She winced, not a touch of Francis' gentleness. But... she

following in a swift

hours later,

dressing unhurriedly, gazing down at Samantha. He caressed her face. "This face, this body, still so enticing, and your skills... they improve, little temptress,

long as you're pleased. In time, you'll savor

her body had to defy age as well. Thankfully, though ST-1's effects on the face were short-lived, it maintained her

than thirty. Yet, she was not content. She

pinched her cheek. "Your new place is arranged. Stay put, and don't show your face at the Grimshaw family, or you'll know

nodded, "I only

word, he turned

lips curling. Such a carnivore, devouring the

At Rivenwood

visited Karen, who still hadn't awakened. Willa

Vivienne's brows knitted