The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 110

Five days later, in a basement of some coffee shop.

Six men, wearing nothing but trousers, were chained to an iron scaffold. Their upper bodies were tense and crisscrossed with wounds.

They glared at Draven, who was in front of them, and Vivienne, who was sitting behind him, sipping her coffee.

"Aren't you going to talk?" Draven asked.

In his hand was a bottle of medicinal powder, which he slowly sprinkled onto the wounds of the six. His words carried a clear threat, yet his tone was eerily calm.

"This is a special powder we've concocted. A touch of it on your wounds, and it'll feel like you're being bitten by countless bugs. It's gonna hurt like hell. Better spill the beans; I promise to make it quick."

The six men were sweating bullets from the pain. The powder on their wounds was washed away by their sweat and mingled with their blood.

They opened their mouths as they gasped for breath but were unable to make a sound. The pain was unbearable. It was like bugs were gnawing at them, causing stars to dance before their eyes. They nearly fainted from the agony.

Whenever they were about to faint, Draven would jab a needle into their heads to keep them awake, so they wouldn’t miss a moment of this unbearable torture.

Vivienne finished her coffee and glanced at the six men.

They were captured when they were ambushed at Imperial Blossom Nursery when they were trying to kidnap Thaddeus and Cordelia.

She had made arrangements for Dorian, Thaddeus, and Cordelia to be protected in secret, lying in wait for these people to walk into the trap.

The first two times, the captured men immediately committed suicide by poison.

The third time, she intervened personally.

As long as she was there, even if they took poison on the spot, she could bring them back from the brink of death.

However, these six men were tight-lipped. Despite Draven's interrogation, they remained silent. So, they had to ask Vivienne to step in.

When she first entered the basement, the six men looked at her with disdain.

They thought she was just a little girl who was incapable of anything.

But it didn't take long for them to experience firsthand what it meant to wish for death.

After only three trials of poison, one of them couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring the disdainful and angry looks of his companions, he signaled to Draven that he wanted to talk.

Unfortunately, their jaws had been dislocated and they were under the influence of drugs, so none of them could make a sound.

He shook his head, and Draven finally understood his intent. He sneered. "So, you're finally ready to talk?"

The man, enduring the pain, nodded his head with maximum effort.

Draven looked at Vivienne.

Vivienne nodded. She was about to give Draven the antidote, but her phone rang. With a frown, she glanced at her phone and then said regretfully to the man, "Sorry, something's come up at school. I don't have time to hear you out. You'll have to wait till I get back."

She stood up and gave him a glance with a smile that was both seductive and cruel. "Hang in there till I return, okay?"

The man's eyes widened in disbelief at Vivienne. The girl they initially underestimated suddenly seemed as terrifying as a demon.

Before leaving the basement, she gave Draven a look, indicating that she wanted him to use all of the dozen or so bottles of medicine on the table before she returned.

Her boss was really something.

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Cloudcrest High School.

The April exams had just ended, and the students of Class Eighteen had made a significant improvement, leaving everyone stunned.

What surprised everyone the most were Logan and Charlotte. Out of more than four hundred seniors, their rankings had rocketed from the bottom to the top hundred, surpassing more than three hundred students in just a month.