The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 460

In the bowels of an unnamed city, a clandestine lab was the scene of yet another failure for Calista. Her frustration at yet another botched experiment reached a tipping point, and she sent glassware and papers flying off her desk in a fit of rage.

Why was she unable to develop the "Boar Poison"? And why, oh why, could she not surpass Vivienne's accomplishments in medicine? She was just as competent, if not more so. Yet, this "Boar Poison" formula continued to elude her grasp.

The door to the lab burst open, and Calista jolted upright, stumbling backward in a panic. "Mr. B... I'm working on it. I'll have it soon. I promise no more troubles, oh!"

However, before she could finish, a pair of iron-strong hands grabbed her by the hair, slamming her head against the sharp edge of the lab table. Blood gushed from a gash on her forehead, painting her vision in a haze of red.

Mr. B's face twisted with fury as she continued to shake Calista by the head, bashing her against the wall and the table, unleashing his anger.

Calista felt the grim reaper's presence, certain her last breath was imminent.

Finally, Mr. B ceased her onslaught, flinging Calista to the floor with a force that was calculated—cruel enough to torment but careful enough to keep her alive.

Blinking through the blood, Calista made out the scar that marked Mr. B's face, a constant reminder of her cruelty.

Trembling, Calista knelt, pleading. "Mr. B, please give me another chance."

Mr. B, with a nonchalant gesture, unscrewed a water bottle and poured its contents over Calista’s head, leaving just enough to quench his thirst.

Calista's hair dripped, and a chill crept over her limbs.

Mr. B exhaled deeply, troubled by recent events. A bounty hunter had been snooping around, constraining her operations. Thankfully, her location remained a secret, or the hunter would have already been on her tail.

Turning back to Calista, she said, "Do you realize the lengths we went to to pull you out? Twice I've risked exposure for you, and you've been nothing but useless!"

Calista shuddered with fear. "I'm close to a breakthrough, I swear. The 'Boar Poison' will be ready soon."

Disgusted, Mr. B looked away.

Her last meeting with White Tiger, the elusive leader of CK, had been a farce. Not only had she failed to secure the "Boar Poison," but she had also narrowly avoided capture thanks to her carefulness of not showing up with her real face.

Placing all her hope on Calista and that man was the only thing she could do now.

Her phone rang, and her demeanor shifted as she walked to a quieter place and answered the call.

“Hello.”

On the other side, a passive and chilling voice came.

“Useless.” Mr. B glared at Calista again as she said this.

Calista quickly lowered her head, afraid Mr. B might give her another beating out of rage.

“As expected.” The person on the other side of the phone seemed to be doing a stretch. “I got a message from CK.”

Mr. B was stunned momentarily before asking, “What was it?”

“They said they’d prefer us to bail Fiona out because she’s still of use to them. In exchange, they’ll give us the Boar Poison.”

“The Boar Poison in exchange for Fiona? I didn’t expect Fiona to be this important to them. Did you agree?” Mr. B smiled and asked.

“Yeah. It’s no difficult task to release Fiona, given she never committed that big of a crime. The Boar Poison is more important than that. Things will be much easier for you with it.”

“Okay. Understood.”