The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 775

Gavin scoffed, the malice evident in his wrinkled eyes. "What can be done? The deed is done; they're gone. So, we'll just send Kaitlyn a picture of the urn, and let's see what she does. Will she cling to that useless old family recipe, or does she want to see her parents reduced to ashes?"

Victoria's eyes widened in horror.

Who the hell came up with this sick plan?

Was Gavin not afraid of being haunted by the Littleton's vengeful spirits?

Aurora Mountain Villa.

In a two-thousand-square-foot villa, the lights were off in every room except the living room.

Members of the Nine Mystics Society were stationed in every corner, ensuring the villa's security. Kaitlyn had been teetering on the edge of a breakdown all day. Finally relaxing, she collapsed into the first empty room she found and fell asleep.

Amelia's fever had broken, Tyler's wounds showed no signs of infection, and after taking Vivienne's pills, Sadie and Julian were out like lights.

Anna did a round of the villa before settling back in the living room.

Draven sat on the couch, silently cleaning his knives, an array of sleek switchblades neatly arrayed on the coffee table.

Percival, Thomas stretched his long legs, carelessly resting his head against

gagged, her eyelids fluttering with fatigue, yet she dared not sleep, fearing she might be taken out by Anna and

gaze swept indifferently over the group before she, too, took a seat, pulling out her phone to check the time. "It's almost

water, taking a sip before speaking, "They should be here soon. Emerald City isn't far, and even

room. "Even if they're a bit delayed, it's fine. The Abernathys can't pull any more stunts against the

trial." Thomas opened his eyes slowly, a sense

continued to

with light and shadow, creating an eerie atmosphere that put

severe, but he couldn't shake

brewing, but with our legal summons, the tide is turning. The Littletons are under our watch; what

Before he could finish, Kaitlyn, who had

her phone tightly, her frantic gaze sweeping the room for Vivienne. Not seeing her, she headed

Littleton!" Anna, who was closest, quickly grabbed Kaitlyn. "Mrs. Littleton,

yes, I need to find Vivienne," Kaitlyn stammered, her hands trembling as she held her phone, "There's no time! Can you call her, ask her to come back quickly? There's really no time left!" "What's happened?" Thomas asked, a sense of dread

inwardly at his earlier premonition and strode over. "Mrs. Littleton,

the start, and that

wait for her consent

resilient, was now filled with

phone from her hands, murmuring repeatedly about

"Bastards!"

eyes fell upon the phone, and he

as he stood, he made sure to pocket the switchblades. "What happened? Who sent Mrs. Littleton a

message from an unknown number

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