The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 317

Nobody said a word.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The man took a while to digest the situation. "Are you pulling my leg?"

Was he negotiating a deal with the man who wanted him dead?

This guy must be out of his mind!

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Percival retorted.

The man's anger flared up. "You're insulting my professional integrity!"

With that said, he lunged towards Percival.

Just as he was about to reach Percival, the latter's voice echoed. "300 million!"

The man halted abruptly while grinding his teeth. "I am an assassin with professional ethics!"

"500 million!"

"Money can't buy me..."

"One billion!"

"Deal!"

The assassins behind him were dumbfounded.

What just happened?

Did he just betray them?

Percival chuckled. That was more like it.

Money could solve most problems.

Vivienne's way was indeed effective.

It saved him the trouble of getting his hands dirty.

"When will I get the money?" The man looked at Percival.

"Give me your bank account details."

The man immediately provided his account number.

Upon seeing the specific amount on the transfer notification, the man burst into laughter.

"Boss, are you really going to take this money? What if our organization finds out..." One of his subordinates cautioned him.

Before he could finish, he was silenced by the man's slap. "Are you daft?! How much can we earn from the organization? We have one billion here. We could divide it, live off the grid, get married, and have kids. Why should we live on the edge?"

Hearing this, Percival nodded. "Smart guy."

The man grinned. "Sir, take care! Feel free to contact me if you need anything!"

Percival was a bit taken aback. This man sure switched allegiance quick.

"Oh, and since you've given me one billion, I’ll let you in on something. The person who put a price on your head is from the Ellington family, a woman." The man thought for a second. "I think her name is Fiona Ellington?"

It was Fiona?!

Damn it!

Percival's eyes narrowed. "Noted."

With that, he turned and left.

After he left, the assassins huddled together.

"Boss, are we really betraying the organization? You know their capabilities; even if we have money, we won't live to spend it!"

"Yeah, boss, maybe we should just return the money, carry out the task, and report back."

The man glared at them. "You don't understand. Do you really think we can kill him?"

"We are among the top assassins in the organization; how can't we kill one man?" One subordinate retorted.

"Did you only see him alone? Or did you notice the thirty skilled men around him? And the five snipers?" The man said gravely.

When he lunged at Percival earlier, it wasn't the money that made him stop, but the hidden snipers he spotted.

His seasoned instincts as an assassin told him that there were others lurking in the shadows.

So, while talking to Percival, he deliberately scanned the surroundings.