The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Sun Park was a park in name, but it had been abandoned for many years.

Tucked away in a remote location and overrun with weeds, it was rarely visited during the day, let alone

at the witching hour of eleven at night.

Vivienne drove the van into the park, parking it next to a statue and killing the engine.

The kidnappers had chosen this location for the drop-off. It was a place so quiet that you could hear a

pin drop. It didn't look like a place anyone would be.

Vivienne looked around and casually said, "If you've called me here, there's no need to keep hiding."

Hardly had her words faded when about a dozen masked men emerged from the bushes, immediately

surrounding her.

Each one held a sharp dagger with a blade that gleamed menacingly under the moonlight, and the tips

were tinged with a sinister hue.

Poison!

Vivienne couldn't help but smirk. It seemed like these guys were determined to end her life.

"Where's my brother?" She had no time to play cat and mouse with them, so she cut straight to the

chase.

The leader of the masked men was momentarily stunned, then began heartily laughing. "You're still

worried about your brother? Do you really think you’re going to walk out of here alive?"

They had been given a kill order. No matter what, they had to kill Vivienne.

Whoever could deliver Vivienne's head would not only get the ransom but an additional 20 million

dollars.

Which assassin wouldn't be tempted by the prospect of receiving 30 million dollars for the head of a

seemingly defenseless young woman?

"It’s just you guys?" Vivienne responded with a sarcastic smile.

Had it been so long since she had flexed her muscles that they thought she was incapable of defending

herself?

"Do you have any idea how much your head is worth?" The leader drawled. "Coming here today was a

mistake!"

"Attack!" With a sudden command, he brandished his dagger, and the others followed suit. They all

lunged at Vivienne with murderous intent.

But they barely managed to take one step toward her. With a mere flick of her finger, they suddenly

collapsed to the ground, limp as marionettes.

"What's happening? Why can't I move?"

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of them still able to move.

Forget about killing Vivienne; they couldn't even save themselves now.

"What did you do to us?" The leader growled.

As Vivienne listened to their frustrated yells, she casually walked up to them and said, "I told you, you

can't touch me."

In the instant they had lunged for her, she had sprinkled a powder she had developed herself that left

them incapacitated.

"Where is my brother?" She asked as she looked down at them coldly.

"You're bluffing! We will never tell you where your brother is! Stop dreaming!"

The masked men remained defiant, seemingly not believing Vivienne held any significant power.

"Very well." Vivienne nodded and pulled out a silver needle from her pocket.

Without even bending down, she threw it towards the leader of the masked men.

Three silver needles accurately hit his pressure points. The next moment, he broke into a wailing

cacophony of laughter and tears. "It hurts! It's so itchy! What's happening?!"

He felt as if a thousand ants were crawling on his back and a scorpion had stung him at the same time.

His back was soon soaked in cold sweat. It was as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Help! I apologize! I won't do it again! Please let me go!"

The leader was begging mindlessly. He was relentlessly pleading with Vivienne to spare him.

Vivienne easily removed the needles from his body, and he finally calmed down while gasping for

breath on the ground.

Vivienne looked at the masked men sprawled on the ground and asked, "Who else wants to try?"

Try their ass!

The masked men internally swore that they would never let themselves go through that.

Who would want to experience that kind of pain and torment?

They had underestimated the beautiful girl standing before them.

Without drawing a weapon or shedding blood, she had managed to inflict unbearable pain on their

steadfast leader.

It wasn't physical torture, but it looked more unbearable.

"We were wrong, Vivienne. Please show us mercy; we won't ever do it again!"

The masked men looked at each other and bowed their heads in submission, pleading for Vivienne's

forgiveness. "We promise to avoid you in the future, Vivienne. We won't offend you again."

"Answer two questions." Vivienne pulled out an antidote from her pocket and waved it at them. "I can

give you the antidote."

"Ask away! We'll tell you everything we know!"

"Where is my brother right now?"

The masked men’s leader immediately answered. "Thaddeus is in an abandoned factory in the West

District. He is fine; he’s just tied up."

"Good." Vivienne nodded. She was satisfied with the answer. "Second question, who ordered you to

kidnap Thaddeus and lure me here?"

Thaddeus being kidnapped was just a smokescreen.

On the surface, the kidnappers wanted a ransom, but they were actually after her life.

As soon as she appeared as agreed, the masked men would swarm her and end her life.

"This..." The masked man hesitated, realizing that if he confessed, his fate would be dire.

But if he didn't, Vivienne wouldn't spare him either.

"Seems like the pain wasn't enough?" Noticing his hesitation, Vivienne brought out the silver needles

again. "How about we add two more and see how that feels?"

"No, no, no!" The masked man was so scared that he almost bit his tongue. "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

He did not want to experience that inhuman torture again.

"It was Paul, the eldest grandson of the Ellington family."

Paul?

He was the expected culprit, but Vivienne didn’t expect him to have the guts to plan this.

Vivienne raised her hand again, scattering another type of powder.

The next second, the masked men were surprised to find that they could move their hands and feet

again.

This miraculous powder was the first of its kind they had encountered. How was it capable of instantly

paralyzing a person’s nerves and then restoring them in an instant?

“Thank you for keeping your promise, Vivienne. We are eternally grateful!”

After their brief encounter, the masked men realized Vivienne was not someone to be trifled with.

She could easily take down a dozen men or more. Her hidden strength was akin to that of an iceberg

submerged in water.

Competing with her was like throwing an egg at a rock.

"Where's your vehicle?"

The van was too cumbersome. She needed something lighter for her operations.

The masked figure quickly brought out one of the smaller cars and handed it over to Vivienne.

"This vehicle is yours now." Vivienne gestured to the van nearby. "You can do whatever you want with

the money in the van, but as for Paul..."

She paused for a brief moment, and the masked figure understood what she meant. "We get it; we get

it. We’ll teach him a lesson for you.”

Not only did Vivienne spare their lives, but she also kept her promise, giving them a ransom of 10

million dollars.

Where else could they find such a good deal? The masked men naturally wanted to show their

gratitude.

Vivienne got into the car and drove towards the abandoned factory in the west district, following the

directions they gave her.