The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 422

Astrid fidgeted nervously beside Vivienne, apparently still wracked with guilt over the previous day's events.

Vivienne, unfazed, glanced at Astrid with eyes as soft as a strawberry cheesecake and stood up.

Astrid halted her with a call, "Vivienne."

Vivienne's lips curved into a smile, her bright eyes flashing with disinterest. "What is it?"

Astrid rose and approached her, lifting her shirt.

On her slender waist was a hideous black scar.

A knife wound, poisoned.

Astrid clenched her fist. "I got this on a mission when I fell into the enemy's trap. Now, I still suffer from the pain, especially when it rains, my whole body aches.

Vivienne, I'm not trying to gain your sympathy. I just want to tell you that we've sacrificed our lives to ensure that our organization can develop a defense against the biochemical weapons of rival nations.

So, on behalf of the organization and our country, I'm inviting you to join our fight!"

Vivienne's gaze fell on the scar on Astrid's waist.

It was clearly real.

She grasped Astrid's wrist and felt for her pulse.

The poison had been lurking in her body for years; she, indeed, had suffered greatly.

Vivienne casually took out a life-saving pill and popped it into Astrid's mouth. "This poison isn't hard to cure. Just come to me once a day."

After a pause, she added, "I'm quite interested in what you've said. I'll give it a try."

Astrid froze, surprised. "You mean you agree?"

Vivienne nodded slightly. "Yeah, but I'm out if your experiments don't meet my standards."

"Great. You'll find our experiments fascinating," Astrid said with a smile. "I'll notify the organization and see when they can take you to the lab."

With that, Astrid went into her room.

Looking at her door, Vivienne let a sly smile creep onto her face.

She pulled out her phone and texted Percival, [How's it going?]

[Came up empty. You?]

[Hook, line, and sinker.]

Percival could almost see Vivienne's cunning expression from those words - like a smug little fox.

...

In the house of the Ellington family's second branch.

"Jeffrey, don't move. The doctor said you can't get out of bed yet," Heloise said, her heart aching for her son.

Percival’s strength was beyond their imagination. A mere toss had broken Jeffrey's bones.

If it were not for the timely hospital visit, he might have lost his life.

Jeffrey limped to the couch. "I'm going stir-crazy lying in bed."

Besides, lying there was useless; he was in agony. It was better to move a little.

Jeffrey waved her off impatiently. "Never mind me. What about Fiona? Why was she kicked out?"

At the mention, Heloise bristled with anger. "What else? It was that wench Vivienne's doing. Percival isn't any better. No matter what, Fiona was good to him. How could he just throw her out of the company?"

"I told you, I should have joined the company instead of letting Fiona hog the spotlight. Now look what's happened. What are we supposed to do now? Wait to starve?" Jeffrey fumed.

Henry sat nearby, equally furious, shouting upstairs to Fiona's room, "Fiona, what are you doing hiding all day? Think you can get back into the company that way? Come out and figure out how to ask your grandpa to reinstate you!"

Fiona was the mainstay of the Ellington family's second branch, with half their savings coming from her commissions at the company.

Now that she was out, they had lost a significant source of income.

Fiona sat in her room, ignoring her parents' and Jeffrey's complaints below. She put on headphones, locked the door, and tuned them out.

Being ousted from the company was not her most pressing concern. It was her clandestine dealings that weighed on her mind.

Her business was not just in the art galleries; she also needed the Ellington Group's resources and connections, even using their transportation to make her trades.