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.

stretched his long legs, carelessly resting

yet she dared not sleep, fearing she might be taken

swept indifferently over the group before she, too, took a seat, pulling out her phone to check the time. "It's almost dawn. Where are Vivienne and Percival? Shouldn't they be back by

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

rested, said as he rubbed his eyes and emerged from his room. "Even if they're a bit delayed, it's fine. The Abernathys can't

settled after the trial." Thomas opened his eyes slowly, a sense of unease

continued

with light and shadow, creating

recall the last time he'd seen weather this severe, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something big

buzz is still brewing, but with our legal summons, the tide is turning. The Littletons are under our watch; what could possibly go wrong?" Thomas shook

could finish, Kaitlyn, who had been asleep, suddenly burst out

frantic gaze

grabbed Kaitlyn. "Mrs. Littleton, Ms. Vivienne hasn't returned yet. Are

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

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

her phone since the start, and that was

her consent before reaching out to

clear-headed and resilient, was now filled with

took the phone from her hands, murmuring repeatedly about the

"Bastards!"

eyes fell upon the phone, and

sure to pocket the switchblades. "What happened? Who sent

the message from an unknown number was clear for all to

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