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.

upon these symbols.

think I've seen these symbols in a book before, but not

didn't delve deep into it at the time. It might take

nodded in understanding. "Thanks, Mom. I want to get to the bottom of this. It could help us plan our

move?" Arthur chimed in, entering

gaze shifting to the trays

American toast topped with fried eggs and a generous squirt of ketchup, with Arthur drawing two

be

face for any sign of approval. Vivienne

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

gaze urged Vivienne

a soft spot for traditional meals." Arthur's heart leapt at her response,

regretting his words, he remembered the chaos of his kitchen experiments, none of

her toast and then starting on the second slice, her expression

cheesecake, albeit a simplified version. Vivienne separated the strawberry design with her fork,

with his attempt at

poking at a charred mass with her fork. "Is this supposed to be a

muttering, "It was supposed to be

there!" As Sasha pushed a piece onto Vivienne's plate with a triumphant grin, implying there was no escaping this meal, Vivienne reluctantly took a sip of the soy milk, grimacing at its gritty

"This soy milk hasn't been strained properly. And as for this 'great task', I think it's best left to

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