The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 745

Midnight.

Above the YQ Research Center, in the manor house nestled under the shadow of night.

In the pitch-dark living room, sobs echoed intermittently.

The ghostly moonlight slipped through the windows, faintly revealing the silhouette of a person writhing on the floor.

"Click!"

Lights flooded the villa, illuminating the figures of Vivienne and Percival as they emerged from the darkness.

Their cold gazes fell upon Ramona, who was bound hand and foot in the center of the room.

By day, she was a damsel in distress, but now her eyes, having adjusted to the light, glared furiously at the two of them.

Percival gestured slightly, and Thomas stepped forward to rip the duct tape from Ramona's mouth.

Instantly, Ramona twisted in agony, collapsing to the floor, groaning uncontrollably.

Anna sauntered over, crouched beside her, and propped her up, gripping her cheek firmly, "Ms. Grimshaw, I'd advise you not to fight this. Answer our questions, and maybe we can all play nice. Otherwise, well let's just say we won't be so merciful."

Anna's hand, holding a switchblade, brushed lightly over Ramona's wrist.

Her icy eyes paused momentarily, giving a subtle shake of her head to Vivienne.

Vivienne's fingertip twitched, and Anna stood up, retreating to her position behind Vivienne, her sharp gaze never leaving Ramona.

frowned slightly, masking her

Ramona's meridians...

what on earth do you

fiercely, her eyes burning with rage, she shot at Vivienne, "Let me go this instant! Or you'll regret it!" After ranting at Vivienne, she turned to Percival with tearful eyes, "Mr. Ellington, are you really going to let your fiancée run wild? She's already ruined my career; why won't you just leave me alone?" Vivienne propped her head on her hand, thinking that Ramona's ability to switch faces was so much better than Arabella and

her. Their performances wouldn't have been so unconvincing

Wolf, your damsel in distress is lodging

in Percival's eyes, "Even if you wanted to tear down

I'm Leopold? Tearing down the palace? Mr. Wolf, I seriously doubt the image I have in your

intertwined his fingers with hers, "As heaven is my witness, you are flawless in my eyes, the woman

every time he looked at her with those deep, affectionate eyes and spoke those cheesy

had the scene flipped so

Percival and Vivienne, tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible, staring up at the ceiling's intricate patterns with feigned

displays of affection, they still found

listening to me? Let me go!" Ramona couldn't stand

popped the bubble of tenderness between Percival

remembering the bound figure in the room, Vivienne stood up, "Ms. Grimshaw, we really don't want to make this difficult for you. We just want to know who's pulling your strings." Ramona's panic was fleeting, "What do you mean 'pulling my strings'? Vivienne, I'm telling you, everything you posted online is fake. I could sue you for slander. Why is your mind filled with such filth..." Vivienne leaned in, pinching Ramona's chin, "I don't have time for your

fingers slowly moved to Ramona's neck, her beautiful eyes shining dangerously, "I'm just curious: what exactly did you do to alter your meridians, to make yourself look like

are you spouting?! What skills?

clicked her tongue in disapproval, "Seems like you're not going to give up till the

Anna replied in a

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