The Million-Dollar Heart

Whitford's face twisted in agony as he crumbled to the floor of the cramped cell, his cries reverberating against the cold, grey walls.

Vivienne and Percival barely had time to register what had happened when the guards rushed in. They surveyed the bent iron bars with confusion etched on their faces. "Odd, the energy scan showed he wasn't this powerful. How'd he manage to warp reinforced steel like that?"

Vivienne's ears perked up. "Energy scan?"

You've got to be kidding me! How do you even measure such an intangible thing?

But the guards were dead serious. "The device was sent specifically from the top brass. Developed by some tech whiz, I don't get the science behind it, but the tech guy assured us Whitford wasn't a threat." Yet Whitford had just bent the bars. That meant either the device was a fake, or the technician in charge was a mole from the ancient warrior lineage, planted to monitor any prisoners of their kind! The couple realized this at the same moment.

Without hesitation, Vivienne pushed past the guards and strode into the cell. She fished out a pill from her pocket, pried Whitford's mouth open, and shoved it down his throat. Her movements were so smooth that Whitford had swallowed the pill before the guards could react.

One of them grabbed Vivienne's wrist. "What did you give him?!"

"Xiomara!"

"Vivienne!"

guard named Xiomara. "We're from the NH Bureau, and during an investigation, we're authorized to use any means necessary on suspects. Let

male guard showed his impatience that she finally let go, "But you can't just shove anything down

a member of an international crime syndicate?" Vivienne didn't know whether to laugh at her naivety or marvel at her simplicity. "Sweetheart, how old are you? Didn't your teacher tell you the scum in here

than Vivienne, flushed in embarrassment and

cut her off again. "Whitford, what you've got churning in your gut is the same poison I fed your brother. I don't care what other plans your ancient warrior lineage has, but if you're not at

are you?!" Whitford glared, his voice trembling as

whatever Vivienne had slipped into the pill. It kept him

looked down at him, her gaze cold and

The room fell silent.

thought she

was and why she

knew that Vivienne was always one for

woman to speak with such

to purple to black as he gasped, "You... you're

identity, and despite the torment, he conceded.

Vivienne mulled over their next move, and before she could ask, Percival knew what was

she nodded. "Mr.

it. I'm with you all the way. The ancient warrior lineage's roots run deep. Wouldn't be surprised if they've

he might have some insight into the Grimshaw family's influence." Vivienne, her chin resting on her hand, suddenly

text is bound to

deal with the pressing matter of Kaitlyn and the Grimshaw family, who were causing trouble even after obtaining the