The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1125

Vivienne glanced at the screen and, sure enough, saw the familiar string of digits.

With a calm demeanor, she stepped out of her car but didn't answer the call. Instead, she silenced her phone.

The duo followed the red dot on the screen until they arrived in front of a dilapidated building, where Vivienne gave Percival a knowing look.

"Flank him."

After signaling, Vivienne led the way with Percival right behind her, and they started making their way up the building.

The entire place had an eerie vibe, complete with the unsettling sound of dripping water.

Cornered rats, sensing the intrusion, scurried about in the darkness.

It was not until she reached the fifth floor that Vivienne finally took her phone out and held it to her ear.

"What on earth are you doing? Why did you take so long to answer? Do you realize our plan has been compromised? And what about those kids?!"

Connor was on the edge, his voice filled with frustration and desperation.

Vivienne turned a corner and entered a room, "Of course, I knew your plan had failed—because I've taken care of it."

Connor froze, disbelief washing over him as he saw Vivienne holding the sheriff's phone.

"Is this little gift to your liking?" Vivienne stepped forward, her hand opening to let the phone drop and shatter on the ground.

Watching Connor's eyes flash with fury, Vivienne couldn't help but smirk, "You should've known better than to underestimate me, thinking your plan was foolproof. What should I call you now?"

But Connor burst into laughter. "As expected, you've never disappointed me."

Vivienne's gaze lifted slightly, "It's time to end this game, Abigail’s foster child."

As she threw a silver dart, Connor quickly dodged behind a column. "Catching me? Let's see if you've got what it takes."

Connor knew Percival was there without seeing him, choosing the fifth floor for its escape potential.

While Vivienne relentlessly pursued him, Percival squinted his eyes as he entered a cramped room.

Inside, Vivienne noticed sculptures with faces marked by a big red X.

Stopping in front of one, she realized the faces belonged to her and her loved ones, furrowing her brow in concern.

"Do you like my artwork?"