The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1190

After Vivienne finished speaking, Floyd's smile froze on his face for a brief moment. However, he was looking down, and no one seemed to notice the change in his expression.

The manor looked much the same as it did in Floyd's childhood, yet everything about it seemed to irk him now.

He had barely been back in his room for a few minutes when his phone rang. He walked over to the window and answered it.

The call began with a brief crackle of static before a distorted voice came through, "Everything's set for the day of the gala. There'll be a bomb planted, and all you have to do is press the button. They'll die there."

"Understood. Thanks for your efforts. Send over the new research report as soon as you can," Floyd spoke, his gaze fixed on the doorway.

Someone was lingering outside his door. He wasn't sure who it was, but was it too naive of Vivienne's family to suspect him at such a critical moment?

"I won't keep you any longer. Just make sure you're ready to handle what comes next."

The call ended promptly, and Floyd saved the number under a lab contact list.

Soon after, there was a knock at the door. "Floyd, what are you up to? Wanna come out and chat for a bit?"

Opening the door, Floyd found Juliette, a head shorter than him, struggling to look up at him.

"Why'd you have to be so tall? My neck's starting to hurt," Juliette complained, frowning.

Floyd chuckled. "Maybe you should eat more; get a bit taller yourself."

They chatted as they walked outside.

Vivienne and Percival each asked about their recent lives, but everyone was more curious about Floyd, who always seemed too caught up to return home.

"I get it. The lab's short-staffed, so I have to stay and oversee things. Most of my time's spent tangled up in experiments," Floyd explained.

"Guess that means no girlfriend for you then?" Vivienne teased. "Are there any girls at your lab?"

"Well, there are a few, but everyone's too focused on their work for any office romances."

Juliette, thrilled by the conversation, chimed in, "Imagine if Floyd brought home a girl from abroad. His kids could be mixed-race. I'd be the cool aunt!"

Their laughter filled the air as Percival shook his head. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Floyd might already have someone in mind."

As the conversation turned to him, Floyd simply said, "I've been dedicating these years to our research projects. I haven't had much time or energy for anything else. Let's just see what happens."

The thought of killing them hadn't left his mind; how could he dare reveal his true feelings?

Consumed by hatred, Floyd had only one goal: to eliminate Vivienne's entire family. Nothing else mattered to him.

Soon, his phone rang again. Glancing at the caller ID, Vivienne and Percival also saw the screen: 'Lab potion development, David.' Floyd excused himself to answer the call, stepping into the backyard with a serious expression replacing his smile.