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, do

these symbols in a book before,

time. It might take a while

I want to get to the bottom of this. It could help

next move?" Arthur chimed

silent, her gaze shifting to the trays in

American toast topped with

then stoically took a bite. Truth be told, she wasn't much for Western breakfasts, having a

her face for any sign of approval. Vivienne ate quietly, giving

to contain himself, Arthur asked, "How's the taste, sweetheart? If it's not good,

urged Vivienne for a

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

words, he remembered the chaos of his kitchen experiments, none of which turned

the missed opportunity, he saw finishing her toast and then starting on

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

to the kitchen, returning with his attempt at a traditional breakfast and

poking at a charred mass with her fork. "Is

head, muttering, "It was supposed to

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

And as for this 'great task', I think it's

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