The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne shot Arthur a look, pretending not to hear his objection, her long legs crossed as she sat on the sofa.

She then clicked on the third trending topic on Twitter, curious to see how Alyssa had dug her own grave this time.

Opening the tweet, there was an audio clip that played for both Sasha and Arthur to hear.

"What's going on with you and Scott? Have you been with him?"

"What does it matter to you if I've been with Scott? What right do you have to ask?"

"I'm not interested in your personal life. I've been waiting for Arthur for years..."

"Why drag my brother into our issues?"

"We're family. Why can't your brother pay for your mistakes?"

Sasha frowned, murmuring, "I never said any of that. She's clearly manipulated my voice."

Arthur, angered, added, "Sasha would never say such things. This is obviously doctored!"

Vivienne looked at the online file, the audio continuing to play, and raised a question, "When she entered, would the guards have checked her? Could she bring something that even the Linklaters couldn't detect?"

Arthur, catching on to Vivienne's implication, his gaze sharpening, said sternly, "Someone get those two guards in here now!"

It was either the guards were bribed by Alyssa to let her sneak in the recording device, or Alyssa had something so sophisticated that even the Linklaters' latest detectors couldn't pick it up, though the latter seemed highly unlikely.

two guards came in, they felt the intense pressure emanating from Arthur, like a lion asserting his dominance, making them exchange nervous

out

Linklater, I swear I followed protocol and thoroughly scanned Ms. Wright with the detector! Knowing her

any electronic devices in!" Arthur, with years of combat experience, could tell these men likely weren't lying. Moreover, it wasn't easy to become a guard for the Linklaters without

fingers flying over her laptop keyboard, pulled up the Linklaters' comprehensive surveillance footage

Winston

them go. It's not their fault," Vivienne

chuckled coldly, "Seems like there's a third possibility." All three understood that someone was eager

morning. Let's go have breakfast; dad should

sly looks exchanged between mother and daughter

through Arthur's eyes, followed by

who was always abroad due to his diplomatic duties. Yorick, at the head of the table, served Sasha a fried egg and handed Vivienne a glass of

red-rimmed eyes,

It's my first

him, wasn't

her head, feigning strength amidst her vulnerability, "Dad, I'm fine. Just getting older, losing some of my former resilience." Dracon looked on in disbelief; his sister-in-law was known for her fierceness, adept in both intellect and combat, even more intimidating than his

are getting married tomorrow, and someone releases a recording slandering her integrity, accusic of

refute the recording's content! Sasha was

hearing this, Yorick instructed the butler to bring

the tweet, Yorick's initially stern face

but this is