The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 612

Percival plugged the USB drive into his tablet, and his eyes narrowed with surprise as a video played before him.

The video depicted the exact scene where Percival was currently seated, but instead of him, it was a woman without a face!

Her figure was identical to F-Poison's!

She wore wireless earbuds and was reciting the exact words that had echoed over the cliff earlier that day.

There was no doubt about it – she was F-Poison!

The video continued until the moment the android exploded, and F-Poison's tablet smoked and shattered.

Afterward, she swiftly fled the scene, vanishing without a trace.

Yet, throughout the video, there was no sign of Noah.

Vance watched Percival finish the video and said slowly, “I only ever told Noah about this apartment. But I also told him that you had discovered my extensive property investments and knew all my secrets.”

Percival set the tablet down. So, Noah wanted to exploit this leak to ultimately clear his own name.

Either Vance would take the fall for him, or all the blame would be dumped on Percival!

Elsewhere, F-Poison strapped on a new mask, the corners of her eyes heavy with fury as she stared at her reflection.

"Boss, Karen somehow survived. What's going on here?"

F-Poison struck out in anger. "You're asking me? Who the hell should I ask? After all these years of funding you, you can't even handle one little girl!"

Noah spat out blood, his aged body unable to withstand her powerful slap.

Struggling, he slowly rose from the ground. "My mistake. I personally confirmed Karen's death. I never imagined she'd fake it, just like Ulysses Sheldon, playing dead."

"You're useless! Our bionic secrets are out, and we can't let Karen and her damned daughter find any more leads!"

F-Poison barked with a strong hint of rage in her eyes, which then settled into a dark chuckle.

"How intriguing. Karen is intriguing, and her daughter even more so. Alright, then. I'll entertain them, play their little game. I want to see what tricks Karen has up her sleeve!"

Noah, with a half-raised brow, saw the sinister look in the mirror and bowed his head.

No matter how much time passed, those eyes still sent a shiver down his spine.

Noah returned to his place, his mind increasingly restless.

Adding up the years, he had been with the Vanguard Agency since he was twenty, fighting alongside Yorick until now, retiring and being rehired, nearly sixty years in total.

He never thought he could last this long.

Noah frowned deeply, gazing at the two photographs on the coffee table.

One was a picture with Yorick; the other was of his three apprentices gathered around him, his chest adorned with a Medal of Honor.

Noah stared deeply at Karen's face in the photo.

Her smiling lips, bright eyes, and her voice echoed in his ears, "Master, I'll be your daughter, your personal little comfort!"

Noah closed his eyes and slammed the photograph face down on the table.

"Karen, why didn’t you just die for real!"

...

At a tavern in Rivenwood.

Vance summoned Micah to a private room.