The Million-Dollar Heart

In the lab, Brody was practically glued to the floor, his eyes fixated on the vial of crimson liquid on the table. Despite the intense focus that turned his eyes a shade redder, his excitement was palpable.

Vivienne approached him, curiosity lacing her tone, "How's it going?"

Pointing at the vial, Brody couldn't hide his enthusiasm, "I've extracted it. Just give me a few more days, and I'll have it ready. Mass production will be a breeze."

Vivienne merely nodded, her words laced with a warning, "Just be careful with the dosage. Research is fine, but if you blow up my lab, we're going to have a serious problem."

Anna, eyeing the red liquid with a frown, turned to Vivienne, "What exactly is that?"

With a glance at Anna, Vivienne explained calmly, "It's an antidote to neutralize a weapon in Abigail's possession. But we only have this sample. We need to break it down, identify the key components, and produce it in large quantities for emergencies." Anna nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

Vivienne, patting Anna on the shoulder, reassured her, "This project is Brody's baby. Next time there's tough research, you'll join in."

"Sure!" Anna agreed, heading out but then paused, remembering something. "Oh, Vivienne, my mom wanted me to remind you about something."

Vivienne hummed in acknowledgment without stopping, "Go on."

Vivienne was probably already aware, but it was better to be safe than sorry. "Someone's put up a hundred million bounty for something you have. After the assassination attempt last time, my mom's really worried. She insisted I tell you to be extra cautious." Vivienne's expression shifted slightly,

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