The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 133

Vivienne had watched the entire sequence of Dorian's arrest, from the moment he stepped into the motel and into the room booked by Arabella to the moment he was taken away by the police. It was a shame that the motel's cameras didn't capture what was happening inside the room.

She had watched the footage from the past few days over and over again, but other than Arabella booking the room alone, she found no other suspicious figures or potential leads.

Unsatisfied, she hacked into every surveillance camera along Arabella's route to the motel, tracing all the way back to the bustling East District's Urban Village.

Arabella had come from there, but the Urban Village was lacking in surveillance cameras. Most of them were broken.

She thought for a moment and reviewed the surveillance footage around the area a day earlier. Then she saw Arabella, barefoot and bruised, fleeing from the Urban Village to a bus stop.

The surveillance footage at the bus stop had been deleted.

Vivienne smirked as her fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard. The deleted footage from the bus stop was quickly recovered.

She saw a man in a black suit whose face was obscured. Only his back was visible.

“This guy?” Percival frowned, staring at the man's figure in the video.

“Do you recognize him?” Vivienne raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure. The back looks somewhat familiar, but it’s hard to say without seeing his face,” replied Percival.

Vivienne didn't say anything. She simply took a screenshot of the man's figure, edited the image, and posted it on Twitter.

The caption was one word. “Running?”

As soon as she tweeted it, the comment section exploded with people leaving messages.

“Excuse me, Ms. Hawthorn, or should I say, Master Q. How does it feel knowing your father is a rapist?”

“That figure doesn’t look like Percival. Is Vivienne implying she's cheating?”

“Are you sick? Your father is a rapist who almost raped your sister, and you still have time to post pictures of men? Are you flirting?”

“Did the Ellington family call off the wedding because your father is a rapist, so you quickly found a new man?”

Vivienne didn't pay attention to these internet trolls.

She kept an eye on her Twitter post, waiting for a response.

In less than three minutes, someone tried to hack her Twitter account and delete the photo.

Vivienne smirked as her slender fingers, once again, swiftly danced on her laptop.

Percival watched silently as Vivienne played a cat-and-mouse game with her opponent in the online world. They were tracking and counter-tracking back and forth, like a war without gunfire.

The smile on her lips grew deeper.

This was the Vivienne he was fascinated by. She was full of spirit and unconstrained, as though she had everything under control.

Finally, the other party was cornered. Vivienne had completely shattered their defenses.

At the rooftop private room of the Golden Club.

"Damn it!"

A handsome man watched as his laptop suddenly froze. The screen went black, leaving only Vivienne's screenshot and one provocative word. “Running?”

He smashed his laptop, destroyed the motherboard, grabbed all his belongings, erased his traces, and quickly left the Golden Club.

His hacking skills were top-notch. There were only a few in the world who could beat him, let alone track him down so quickly.

Who was the other party?

Was it a helper hired by Vivienne?

He hadn't met such an impressive hacker in a long time. The last time he felt like this was against the top hacker from the Dark Web, Shadow Wolf.