The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 923

Sasha leaned on her hand with a smirk, grasping a first aid kit in the other, diligently applying ointment to Vivienne's bruised cheek.

Vivienne's lips, a shade of crimson, curled slightly. "This jacket of mine is barely holding together, might as well let him throw in the towel."

Sasha's brows knitted slightly at the comment, pressing a bit harder with the ointment. Vivienne hissed, "Geez, tough love! Got a husband and forgot your daughter, huh?"

"Zip it, or my hand might 'accidentally' slip, making you yelp in pain," Sasha retorted, pinching Vivienne's chin.

The banter went back and forth between the mother and daughter, with Vivienne occasionally dropping hints about her latest findings.

"Just the other day, I mentioned that case where the woman's heart was harvested. It wasn't an isolated incident; there have been disappearances elsewhere too. Yesterday, Mr. Wolf and I tracked a lead to a small town, and if I'm not mistaken, that place is swarming with snipers."

"What's odd, though, is that when Mr. Wolf and I entered, nobody took a shot at us. Logically, they should've taken us out on sight."

Sasha furrowed her brows, her tone grave, "You and Percival might be carrying something they need."

Vivienne seemed to agree with that theory. But what could it be that they needed?

Shifting gears, Vivienne dipped her finger in a glass of water, sketching symbols she recalled seeing in the town on the dining table.

Each symbol appeared simple yet was difficult to replicate accurately. She managed to draw them roughly on the table.

town, I stumbled upon these symbols. Mom,

her features. "I think I've seen these symbols in a

it at the time. It might take a while to dig that information

get to the bottom of this. It could help us plan our next

this about a next move?" Arthur chimed

silent, her gaze shifting to the

the breakfast he prepared in front of Vivienne and Sasha. One plate bore thick slices of American toast topped with fried eggs and a generous squirt of ketchup, with

toast's smiley faces, paused, then stoically took a bite. Truth be told, she wasn't much for Western breakfasts,

watched her face for any sign of

contain himself, Arthur asked, "How's the taste,

gaze urged Vivienne

for traditional meals." Arthur's heart leapt at her response, blurting out, "I made a

the chaos of his

toast and then starting on the

the strawberry design with her fork,

kitchen, returning with his attempt at a traditional breakfast and a jug

charred mass with her fork. "Is this supposed to

sheepishly shook his head, muttering, "It

Keep practicing, and maybe get some tips from the chef. You'll get there!" As Sasha pushed a piece onto Vivienne's plate with a triumphant grin, implying there

as for this 'great task', I think it's best left to Comrades Arthur

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