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.

pressure emanating from Arthur, like a lion asserting his dominance, making them exchange

recording from Vivienne's phone out loud on the

legs trembled as he stammered, "Mr. Linklater, I swear I followed protocol and thoroughly scanned Ms. Wright with the detector! Knowing her history with being thrown out before, I was even more diligent! But

her bring any electronic devices in!" Arthur, with years of combat experience, could tell these men likely weren't lying. Moreover, it wasn't easy

her laptop keyboard, pulled up

Winston being scanned by two guards with a detector, not

them go. It's not their fault,"

to Vivienne, watching the surveillance footage. Vivienne chuckled coldly, "Seems like there's a third possibility." All three understood that

her belly, suggested, "Let's not sit around all morning. Let's go have breakfast; dad should be downstairs

daughter in

eyes, followed by

except for Hector Linklater, who was always abroad due to his diplomatic duties. Yorick, at the head of the table,

red-rimmed eyes, Yorick's hands

my first

trained by him, wasn't known

fine. Just getting older, losing some of my former

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

the recording's content! Sasha was so wronged she couldn't help but cry in the living

butler to bring him

the comments under the tweet,

Sasha was manipulative, but this is beyond. Disloyal, unkind, and