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.

my visit to the town, I stumbled upon these symbols. Mom, do you recognize any of

of recognition crossing her features. "I think I've seen these symbols in a book before, but not from around here. They're from a foreign

delve deep into it at the time. It

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

move?" Arthur chimed

shifting to the

in front of Vivienne and Sasha. One plate bore thick slices of American toast topped with fried

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

any sign of approval. Vivienne ate quietly,

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

gaze urged Vivienne for a serious

spot for traditional

of his kitchen

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

strawberry design

kitchen, returning with his attempt at a traditional breakfast

charred mass with her fork. "Is this supposed to be a sausage gone

shook his head, muttering, "It

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 was

soy milk hasn't been strained properly. And as for this 'great task', I

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