The Million-Dollar Heart

Jack and Ethan were both equally matched in strength, and mindful of the fact that they were in Vivienne's lab, both of them hesitated to exert their full force.

But as the scuffle progressed, they got carried away, lost in their own world of grunts and thuds, oblivious to everything else.

Leopold was practically biting his nails off in anxiety. He glanced at Vivienne, who remained silent throughout, and then at Percival, who watched with a mischievous glint in his eye, and couldn't help but mentally pray for Brody.

"Hey, Husky, what's the scoop here? How did these two end up duking it out? And aren't you accompanying Griffin Martinez?" Anna asked with the nonchalance of a spectator at a boxing match. Leopold bristled at the nickname, "Don't call me 'Husky', Anna! And what do you mean by that? I'm not tethered to the Martinez family. Can't a guy get some fresh air without it being a big deal?" He huffed, "You want to know so badly? Well, I'm not telling!"

Vivienne and Percival gave him a look that could freeze hell over.

Like a scolded pup, Anna could almost hear Leopold's whimpers. "Okay, okay, I'll spill it, Vivienne. I swear on my mother's apple pie, this mess has nothing to do with me!"

"Get to the point," Vivienne demanded, massaging her temples.

Leopold could be such a chatterbox; she'd be old and gray before he finished his story.

Leopold cleared his throat, "Well, the gist is, I was here to pick up some gear. Just as I arrived, I heard Brian arguing with Rex."

Turned out, it was nothing serious.

Brian had been tasked by Vivienne to keep an eye on Brody, which meant Brian hadn't been on any missions for a while and was itching for some action. He decided to try his luck with Brody. "What's up, big guy, feeling idle?" Brody rolled his eyes at the thought of being used as a pawn for Brian's schemes again, especially after last time's debacle with the bonus money.

Brody had finally landed a gig analyzing Karen's artifacts. No way was he about to drop that for Brian's wild goose chase.

Brian wouldn't back down, though. "I'm bored out of my skull, you know. Vivienne asked me to babysit you, make sure you don't get into trouble!"

snorted. With Vivienne's project and his own research at stake, he

Brian persisted, and somehow their verbal tiff

stop gawking. It's embarrassing," Vivienne groaned, wishing

far too soothing for the situation. "Embarrassing? I should record this and post it online. People love a good brawl." Vivienne thought, "You just

young bucks are always vying for your attention. They want to challenge me? They're not even in my league." Leopold and Anna, having heard the entire story, were too

loud slap echoed through the

halt as everyone's attention shifted from their work to where Brian and

"Ms. Hawthorn!"

name rang out, and Leopold noticed Brody and Brian shiver at the

poking fun,

and her own life's work. And those azure countertops with their beakers and vials held potions worth a fortune. And now, these two had

Vivienne passed a

like you two had quite the party in my lab,

the spilled potion; the brownish-red liquid

immortality they'd found at Samantha's

isn't the sample we brought back

up his spine as he nudged Brody, "What

blurted out, "You're toast!

the one pestering me for help with some scam, and he's the

mind raced. Known as the sharpest tool in the Emerald Mountain shed, he retorted, "Vivienne, don't listen to his nonsense! You know me. How could I

blinked innocently, trying to