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!"

to use any means necessary on suspects. Let go of her!" "Xiomara, Percival's right,"

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

her simplicity. "Sweetheart, how old are you? Didn't your teacher tell you

older than Vivienne, flushed in embarrassment and

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

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

slipped into the pill.

looked down at him, her gaze cold and

The room fell silent.

thought she was one tough

woman was and

knew that Vivienne was always

woman to speak with such venom. It took another

turned from pale to purple to black

together her identity, and despite the torment, he conceded. "Fine...

next move, and before she could ask, Percival knew what was on her mind. "Want to

as she nodded. "Mr.

no question of doability. If you want to do it, you do it. I'm with you all the way. The ancient

head of Public Relations and a former member of their ranks, he might have some insight into the Grimshaw family's

text is

their plan, but first, they had to deal with the pressing matter of Kaitlyn and the Grimshaw family, who were causing trouble even after obtaining the secret