The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 330

The following day.

After breakfast, Vivienne was out the door. She made a beeline for Percival's apartment.

Percival, an early riser, had been waiting for her.

As she stepped in, Percival gestured towards the table, saying, "This is what you asked me to prepare."

Late last night, Vivienne messaged him to get some materials ready.

The items on the table were for a disguise. Vivienne quickly scanned them over before she began to transform her appearance.

"You should get ready too." She instructed him as she put on her makeup.

Percival raised an eyebrow and asked, "So we're pretending to be Dorian and Cordelia?"

"Exactly." Vivienne nodded.

If GTO could disguise themselves as her adoptive parents to deceive her, she would certainly return the favor.

Vivienne swiftly completed her own disguise, then turned her attention to Percival.

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An hour later.

Percival looked at the slightly aged face in the mirror, admiring Vivienne’s skill.

The disguise was flawless. Vivienne, a master of disguise, had left no room for suspicion.

After they were disguised, Vivienne took out the phone she had taken from Rowan. She installed a voice changer, then dialed the number of a GTO member.

"We have crucial information to report about the potion. We need to meet right away."

"Three o'clock, Sunshine Plaza."

With some time to spare before the meeting, the pair grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading to Sunshine Plaza.

The bustling mall was in the heart of the city. It was swarming with people.

Arm in arm, they strolled through the mall, appearing like an ordinary married couple.

Percival suddenly felt a sense of normalcy. He imagined growing old with Vivienne and enjoying a leisurely world of their own.

"Vivienne..." Percival's eyes held a warm affection as he began to speak.

But an incoming call interrupted him.

Vivienne took out the phone, activated the voice changer, and asked, "We're here. Where are you?"

"Second floor, luxury goods area." A middle-aged man's very deep voice answered.

Vivienne and Percival exchanged looks. "We'll be right there."

They headed to the second floor but saw no man of that age waiting for them.

The phone rang again.

"Come to the Illuminated Bistro on the seventh floor."

Vivienne's brow furrowed, and she feigned anger. "Are you messing with us?"

The man on the phone laughed. "Why would I do that? Okay, I'm at the dessert shop on the fourth floor."

The man reported his real location, but Vivienne coldly responded. "We're waiting for you at the handbag store on the second floor."

She paused before adding, "We'll wait for five minutes. If you're late, we're leaving."

She ended the call, giving the man no chance to respond.

"Damn it!" The man on the other end cursed under his breath and put his phone away.

Four minutes later.

A girl in a hoodie approached with a bouquet of flowers. She tugged on Percival's sleeve. "Sir, buy a rose for your wife. It's only five bucks."