The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 423

Downstairs, Vivienne slid into the car and pulled out her phone.

Another text message blinked on the screen.

[Transport, Astrid, someone else pitched in.]

Percival frowned slightly, "The mysterious informant again?"

Vivienne massaged her temples, her eyes reflecting a hint of frustration, "Yeah, still no trace. Whenever I try to enter their domain, my system crashes completely!"

The mysterious person's IP address changed with every message, and tracking them down led to system failures or outright computer crashes.

The hacking skills were so advanced that even she was at a loss.

Vivienne had been trying to track the informant with no success.

To this day, she still could not determine whether this person was an ally or a smokescreen deployed by GTO.

Percival glanced at the message, "Their wording is vague. Can you make anything out of it?"

Vivienne shook her head, "I can't make heads or tails of it."

The last two made some sense, but transport?

Was GTO planning to smuggle something out?

Their research was not complete yet, so what was it?

She did not have a solid theory yet and decided to pass the message on to the Nine Mystics Society for Draven to investigate.

"Vivienne, where to now?" Leopold asked.

Vivienne pocketed her phone. "We're heading to the Ellington Mansion."

"To the Ellingtons? For what? Percival, didn't you just leave? What's this, homesickness?" Leopold asked, puzzled.

Vivienne slapped the back of Leopold's head.

When would he learn?

Percival thought, “When's Thomas coming back? I'm going to go nuts with Leopold's chatter.”

Thomas would have retorted, “No! I want to lie in bed forever!”

After being smacked by Vivienne, Leopold clammed up.

Vivienne's slap was not ordinary. It was painful as hell!

Leaning on Percival's shoulder, she asked, "Who's home?"

"Just my mom and granddad. Isolde's at school," Percival said, wrapping his arm around Vivienne's shoulder and gently kissing her forehead.

A sudden brake from Leopold nearly sent them both flying.

"Can't you drive? Hogging the road!" Leopold cursed, fuming.

They were in a limited edition car that usually commanded the road with ease.

Leopold had always driven freely, never expecting anyone to dare get close.

Percival glanced out the window. "Don't you see that car there?"

Then, he paused, a shadow crossing his face. He stared at the compact delivery van, his gaze darkening.

"Vivienne."

"Yes?"

Vivienne replied solemnly, but a trace of amusement flickered in her eyes. She now understood the message.

...

At the Ellington Mansion, Richard and Cecilia were busy selecting a wedding dress for Vivienne.

Though the wedding date was not set, it was always good to prepare early.

"This one's perfect; it will look stunning on Vivienne," Richard said, pointing to a gown.