The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 688

When Vivienne and Percival turned to look again, the woman in red had vanished without a trace.

Vivienne wanted to chase after her, but Percival grabbed her wrist. “Vivienne, let it go. She hasn’t shown us her full hand yet.”

Even for Vivienne and Percival, it had been a stalemate at best. If they pursued her, their chances of victory were slim.

Besides, their main reason for coming to M State was to rescue people, and now that they had, their mission was complete. However, they still hadn’t figured out why the puppet master behind this charade had gone to such lengths.

Vivienne peered in the direction the red-clad woman had disappeared, her gaze murky and unreadable.

Atop a nearby hill, the woman in red stood, her eyes fixed on the scene below where she could see Vivienne’s group.

Lucky for her, she had packed a smoke grenade, which briefly obscured their vision, allowing her a swift escape.

It had been years, and it was time for her to return to Veridia.

She scoffed disdainfully, snapped her fan shut, and walked away. “Wait for it. We’ll meet again.”

...

Elsewhere.

Huxley had fainted from fright during the scuffle and was now jabbed awake by Vivienne’s needle.

“You guys alright?” Vivienne asked, looking toward Larry and Carl.

Larry, clutching his chest, replied, “Vivienne, we’re fine.”

He had sustained some injuries, but they weren’t a big deal for him.

Carl shook his head, too, indicating he was fine.

Huxley, however, was a different story. Upon waking and finding familiar faces - and the red-clad woman gone - he knew he had been saved and burst into tears.

“I thought I was a goner...”

Larry looked at him and wanted to punch him out of frustration but restrained himself for Vivienne’s sake.

“Did anyone see what she looked like under that mask?” Yuri couldn’t help asking. The woman had given him an odd sense of familiarity as if they had met before. The mention of having held Vivienne as a child had also piqued his curiosity. However, he combed through his memory but found no trace of her.

“Uncle, it’s no use. The face under the mask was probably not her own.”

These people are masters of disguise; they wouldn’t dare show their true faces in public.

Larry stood up. “Vivienne, she mentioned Samantha. What’s that about?”

He had been on a solo mission from Vivienne, part of which was to investigate Samantha’s whereabouts. Instead, he ended up being the one kidnapped, a humiliating turn of events for him.

Vivienne chuckled, looking at Percival. “Mr. Wolf, it’s time to head home. Some webs need untangling.”

The uncles were full of questions, wondering why they were returning home without having completed their mission. Were they just going to leave the woman in red unchased?