The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne was cool as a cucumber as she scrolled through her phone, eventually pulling up

a photo and passing the device to Belle.

“Is this the mark of White Tiger?” She asked, her voice steady and casual.

Belle snorted with a smirk. “So what if it is? Even if you found the mark, you won’t catch

him.”

Vivienne let out a dismissive laugh. “How can you talk such a big game without ever

having seen the guy?”

That caught Belle off guard. She did not expect Vivienne to know that White Tiger had

chosen to not work with her but with the true boss of GTO, the elusive F-Poison.

In other words, White Tiger had not even considered her despite her being GTO’s right-

hand woman.

Vivienne gulped down her coke a little too fast and burped without a hint of

embarrassment, which made Percival chuckle softly as he patted her back gently.

“Easy there, no one’s fighting you for it.”

Vivienne flashed him a coy smile and a look that said more than words could.

Across from them, Belle cursed under her breath, “You two really have no shame.”

Unfazed, Vivienne leaned against Percival’s shoulder. “So, spill it—where’s your mother?”

Belle’s eyes widened in shock as if she had heard something unspeakable. It took her a

moment to gather herself.

Indeed, Vivienne was asking about her mother!

After a pause, Belle finally found her voice. “What nonsense are you spouting now?”

Percival pulled out a document. “This was found in the GTO lab. It confirms that you and

your boss are mother and daughter.”

Belle was taken aback. Vivienne had managed to dig up something no one in GTO knew—

their connection.

The document was a blood analysis report with her name and F-Poison’s, indicating a

maternal link.

Vivienne took the paper. “Oh, not biological? So, F-Poison adopted you, and you’ve been

working for her out of gratitude.”

Belle spat with disdain. “What do you know? You’ll never understand the kindness my

mother has shown me. Don’t stand there acting all high and mighty. You think I’d tell you

where she is? In your wildest dreams?”

Vivienne’s eyes darkened. “So, for all that kindness your mother showed you, you killed

my mother!”

In a flash, Vivienne lunged across the room and grabbed Belle by the throat with a grip

that could snap it in an instant.

In Calista’s lab, Vivienne had found more than proof that Belle was F-Poison’s adopted

daughter; she had uncovered a phone.

The last call made from that phone was to her mother on the very day she died.

Only Belle’s fingerprints were on it, preserved in an evidence bag stored in the GTO lab.

After a decade, the device still held a charge—a testament to the technology her mother

had tinkered with. Even the devices GTO used were from her mother.

They had a real penchant for imitation.

Belle struggled to breathe under Vivienne’s vice-like grip, her face turning red.

“It wasn’t… me… I never… never even met… Karen!”

Percival stepped forward, placing a hand on Vivienne’s shoulder. “Vivienne, she was only

fifteen ten years ago. It wasn’t her.”

Vivienne hesitated, then reluctantly let go.

Indeed, at twenty-five, Belle posed no threat, much less at fifteen. But Vivienne knew the

last call to her mother came from that phone—if not Belle, then it had to be F-Poison.

Except the phone bore no prints but Belle’s.

One possibility remained.

F-Poison and Belle shared a fingerprint!

Just as Calista had once used her print, F-Poison had been hiding behind her adopted

daughter’s identity.

Many of Belle’s alleged crimes could have been F-Poison’s doing—GTO’s true mastermind.

Vivienne composed herself and sat back down. “Belle, you will be interrogated for the next

three days. Better come clean about all your sins. If not, well, they’ll make sure you suffer

worse than death.”

No sooner had Vivienne finished than two figures emerged from the shadows—Rowan and

Ismene.

Belle glared at them. “Traitors! Don’t you fear F-Poison will find you and tear you to

shreds?”

Ismene rolled up her sleeves, brandishing a syringe. “Tear us to shreds? How about I feed

you to the dogs first?”

With that, she jabbed the needle into Belle’s neck, emptying the contents as Belle’s body

convulsed, then stiffened until only her mouth could move.

Rowan grinned, turning to Vivienne with respect. “Young Master, we’ll take it from here.

We’ll make sure Mr. B… Belle tells nothing but the truth.”

Vivienne nodded, aware of GTO’s reputation for coercive interrogation.

Belle could never have imagined that one day, her former subordinates would use those

same methods on her.

Vivienne and Percival left the basement.

Crawling out from under a bed, Percival suddenly remembered something and looked at

Vivienne. “Young Master?”

Had Rowan just addressed Vivienne as the Young Master? Since when was Vivienne the

Young Master? And of what exactly?

Vivienne paused, then asked, “Mr. Wolf, you didn’t know?”

“Should I?” Percival retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

Vivienne’s lips twitched in mild annoyance. “Hasn’t anyone told you I’m the Young Master

of the Nine Mystics Society?”

Percival was speechless.

That was news to him.

Rubbing her temples, Vivienne sighed, “I thought you knew.”

It was not that she did not want to tell Mr. Wolf about her status within the Nine Mystics

Society. She genuinely believed he was aware.

After all, she had sent Draven on countless missions, especially entrusting Rowan and

Ismene to his care.

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Percival cleared his throat. “Madam, can I rely on you in the future?”

Vivienne laughed. “You better! I’ve got your back!”

Percival grinned. “Great, looks like I’m living the high life from now on.”

It seemed that being a kept man was not too shabby!

He did not mind it at all!

As they were bantering, the sounds of Dorian’s family entering the house filled the air.

“Thaddeus, did you have fun today?” It was Cordelia’s voice.

Thaddeus sighed. “It was okay, but I was a bit sad because Mom and Dad weren’t there.

All the other kids had someone, and I was by myself.”

Dorian and Cordelia felt a twinge of guilt. “Sorry, Thaddeus. It’s our fault for not making

time. We promise we’ll join you for the next parent-child event, okay?”

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy. Plus, I’ve decided to ask Vivienne and Percival next time.

Isolde says they’re always stuck like glue to each other and have loads of time.”

Dorian sat beside Thaddeus, saying, “Thaddeus, they are busy too. Try not to bother them,

okay? Sometimes they’re so busy they…”

Before he could finish, the door to Vivienne’s bedroom swung open, and there stood

Vivienne and Percival, side by side at the threshold.

“Vivienne! When did you get back? Why didn’t you turn on the lights?” Dorian’s words

trailed off as he caught sight of Vivienne and Percival, his emotions flipping to excitement

instantly.

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