The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 569

Flynn took a deep breath. Sure enough, the agony coursing through him was beginning to subside.

He sat up straight, his gaze steady on Vivienne. "You came all this way to see me. What else do you want to know?"

Vivienne tossed her lollipop into the trash can without a second thought. "I'm more interested in what you have to say."

"I have nothing to say to you." Flynn leaned against the headboard, his eyes closing, signaling he was done talking.

Vivienne, unfazed, shifted to a more comfortable position. "Is the infamous F-Poison your mentor? Is he dead?"

A flicker passed through Flynn's eyes, but he remained silent.

"You're not still waiting for F-Poison to come to rescue you, are you? That's naive, Uncle Flynn!"

Standing up, Vivienne seemed ready to leave.

That got a reaction. Flynn called out to her, "You're here to get the scoop on your mom's abduction, right? Sasha's."

Vivienne froze, a piercing look shooting from her eyes like daggers sinking deep into Flynn's skin.

Suddenly, Flynn felt as if flames were raging inside him, threatening to consume him entirely.

"Vivienne, I'm the only one in this world who knows what happened to your mom after she was taken. If you want the truth, you must cure me of this poison!"

Vivienne's gaze softened, and Flynn felt immediate relief.

Struggling to his feet, Flynn approached the balcony. "Bring someone from the Perez family to see me."

Vivienne’s frown deepened, but she left without a word.

Flynn chuckled, his eyes glinting with meaning. "There are things in this world that defy description. Only the ordinary can be understood."

Vivienne gave Flynn a long, hard look before walking out of the stifling cell and exhaling heavily outside.

Maddox opened the car door for her. "How did it go?" He asked.

Vivienne shook her head. "He didn’t spill anything."

"Damn." Maddox slammed the steering wheel. "Flynn's a slippery one."

"Let's go home, Uncle Maddox. I've had enough for one day."

Flynn claimed he knew all about her mother's disappearance?

Could F-Poison really trust him that much?

"So, Vivienne, what else did he say?" Maddox asked as he drove.

"He wants to meet someone from the Perez family. Didn't specify who."

Maddox's expression darkened. "He's seen Dad and Yuri. What the fuck does he want next—to see Natalia and Yasmine?"

Vivienne looked up. "Uncle, why don't you think he wants to see you or Diana?"

"He's locked up. How could he know that Diana and I are in Rivenwood?" Maddox scoffed. "Maybe he wants both of us to come over just to mess with us."

"Flynn said there are things in this world that defy description. Only the ordinary can be understood," Vivienne mused. "What did he mean by that?"

Maddox shook his head. "Who knows? The ramblings of a madman, yet strangely profound."

Vivienne smiled faintly, choosing to remain silent.

Maddox dropped her off at her home before driving away.

Back home, Vivienne sank into the bathtub, lost in thought about Flynn.

Vivienne, however, did not blame him. After all, the two people she had tasked the Nine Mystics Society to investigate were unlike any they had encountered before. Running into dead ends was to be expected.

She also understood that the success of this mission was not solely dependent on her or Draven's capabilities but rather on how much the person they were investigating was willing to let them find out.

"It's fine. Keep on their trail, and if you spot anything unusual, report your location immediately. I'll go over personally."

"Understood."

Ending the call, Vivienne walked over to the window and picked up her specially brewed chamomile tea. She gazed out quietly, contemplating.

Who was pulling the strings behind Willa? Was it someone from the GTO or one of her own?

...

In the quiet Rivenwood suburb.

Willa scrutinized the note in her hands, her brow furrowed in deep thought.

These days, she could sense someone tracking her movements. She had not expected them to be so relentless, making it difficult to slip away unnoticed.

Each escape had been narrow, a game of cat and mouse where she barely managed to keep her tracks hidden.

But as the pursuit intensified, Willa found herself cornered, tempted to confront her pursuer in a final showdown.

Yet, at those critical moments, she would find a mysterious note guiding her to safety, allowing her to evade the watchful eyes tracking her.

Willa had no idea who was leaving these notes or who was able to locate her so precisely, time and again, and place the notes right where she would find them.

But she knew one thing – whoever was behind the notes and the people tracking her possessed skills far beyond her own; otherwise, they would not have found her so effortlessly.

Crumpling the note into a ball, Willa tossed it into the trash can. She then twisted the throttle of her car and sped off into the distance, the engine roaring as she disappeared down the road.