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

these symbols in a

time. It might take

get to the bottom

about a next move?" Arthur chimed in, entering with two

silent, her gaze shifting to

Vivienne and Sasha. One plate bore thick slices of American toast topped with fried eggs and a generous squirt of ketchup, with Arthur drawing two big

bite. Truth be told,

for any sign of approval. Vivienne ate quietly, giving nothing

taste, sweetheart? If it's not good, I'll

gaze urged Vivienne

about food. It's alright, but I have a soft spot for traditional meals." Arthur's heart leapt at her response, blurting out, "I

of

saw finishing her toast and then starting on the second slice, her expression changing

albeit a simplified version. Vivienne separated the strawberry design with her fork, tasting it and said,

with his attempt at a traditional

skeptically, poking at a charred mass with her

shook his head, muttering, "It

"You're just starting out. Keep practicing, and maybe get some tips from the chef. You'll get there!"

milk hasn't been strained properly. And as for this 'great task', I think it's best left to Comrades Arthur and

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