The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 697

At the Grimshaw family's mansion.

Ever since Samantha was whisked away by that enigmatic man, she had plunged into unconsciousness.

It wasn't until nightfall that she began to stir, finally coming to.

Waking up, she was immediately hit by an all-over ache, as if she had been dismantled and poorly reassembled. Luckily, the damaged pathways within her had been expertly reconnected.

As she mulled over this, the door creaked open, and a man strolled in.

Upon seeing him, Samantha flashed a smile, sultry as a siren's call. She rose to her feet and sidled up to him, her voice a soft drip of honey. "I knew you'd come for me."

The man cast her a nonchalant glance, his voice sharp as ice. "Foolish!"

"I was careless this time. I didn't expect Vivienne to be so formidable. After all this time in hiding, she managed to find me." Samantha's voice was tinged with frustration.

That villa had cost her a pretty penny, fortified with barriers so sophisticated that even a master hacker might fail to pinpoint her sanctuary.

But she had overlooked one thing: Vivienne was no ordinary hacker. She was the Shadow Wolf!

A legend in the hacking world.

And her mother, Karen, was even more skilled than she.

The duo was not only evil but seemed to be at cosmic odds with Samantha herself.

The man watched her, expressionless, silent as stone.

Sensing his displeasure, Samantha purred, "With your skills, they won't find you."

A flicker of something passed through the man's eyes. He spoke, his voice deep and resonant, "When will you have what I want ready?"

"It will take time!"

His face darkened immediately.

Samantha quickly explained, "I've just been rescued by you. Vivienne and Percival are scouring the city for me. I can't expose myself yet. Arrange a place for me to stay, and once things cool down, I'll set up a new lab."

He continued to regard her in cold silence.

"Rest assured, I've found the research direction. I'm planning an upgraded version of ST-1 with a few more potent ingredients. It shouldn't be a problem."

In truth, she had no such direction. But she had to say it. This man was nothing like Francis, so easy to deal with. She loved Francis, but not that passionately. And this man...

Well, he was the wild desire that Francis couldn't satisfy. Also, he was a talisman she sought for herself and Francis.

Immortality was her obsession, not Francis'. Francis loved her and wanted to be immortal with her. But for her, immortality was about forever ensnaring men with her beauty.

Apart from Francis and the man before her, there were many others. Some had since entered their graves. Others were mere lads of twenty.

She had sampled every flavor of man but never bore a child to any, including Francis.

The man's demeanor softened slightly. He spoke coolly, "Make sure it's so. I have no use for worthless women."

Samantha slithered closer, her alabaster fingers tracing lightly along his jawline, her voice a seductive spell, "Do you find me... useless?"

He looked down at Samantha, who was clad in the silk lace nightgown he had chosen for her. The neckline plunged daringly, hinting at the treasures beneath.

Her serpentine grace twisted upon him, and at last, he reacted. He gripped Samantha's head, his kiss fierce. She winced, not a touch of Francis' gentleness.

But... she liked it.

Suddenly, he tossed her back onto the bed, his body following in a swift motion. A tempest raged within the room.