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.

his long legs, carelessly resting his head against the back of the sofa

not sleep, fearing she might be taken out by Anna

before she, too, took a seat, pulling out her phone to check the time.

monumental task. He poured himself a cup of water, taking a sip before speaking, "They should be here soon. Emerald City isn't

from his room. "Even if they're a bit delayed, it's fine.

trial." Thomas opened his eyes slowly, a

continued

with light and shadow, creating

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

but with our legal summons, the tide is turning.

had been asleep, suddenly

clutching her phone tightly, her frantic gaze sweeping the room for

Anna, who was closest, quickly grabbed Kaitlyn. "Mrs. Littleton, Ms. Vivienne hasn't returned

Can you call her, ask her to come back quickly? There's really no time

cursed inwardly at his earlier premonition and strode over.

had been gripping her phone since the start,

consent before reaching out to take

usually so clear-headed and resilient, was

didn't resist as Jerry took the phone from her hands, murmuring repeatedly about the lack of time, looking utterly

"Bastards!"

upon the phone, and he couldn't

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

message from an unknown number was

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