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.

the town, I stumbled upon

think I've seen these

It might take a while to

get to the bottom of this. It

next move?" Arthur chimed in, entering with

shifting to the trays in Arthur's

with fried eggs and a generous squirt of ketchup, with Arthur drawing

be told, she wasn't much for Western breakfasts, having a preference for something more

any sign of approval.

Arthur asked, "How's the taste, sweetheart? If it's not good, I'll make

Vivienne for a

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

his words, he remembered the chaos of his kitchen

toast and then

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

kitchen, returning with his attempt at a traditional

poking at a charred mass with her fork.

his head, muttering, "It was supposed to

disaster, Sasha felt a mix of sympathy and pride, patting him on the back. "You're just starting out. 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

properly. And as for this 'great

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