The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 1119

Leopold, with his kids in tow, made a beeline for the nearest hospital, leaving Draven behind to further investigate the odd happenings in Luck Village.

Draven had the village under his control, but the fifty women had yet to be released, many of them unconscious.

When Vivienne and the village mayor had their chase earlier, there were people awake. But upon their return, it was a scene of unconsciousness and death.

Draven frowned at the sight.

"Mrs. Thompson is missing."

A shadow fell over Draven's face. "Send more people to search for her. We can't let her escape!"

Mrs. Thompson surely had something crucial on her.

If she got away, all the efforts would have been in vain.

Meanwhile,

Mrs. Thompson, following the river downstream, knew of a path known only to her and her husband.

"Damn it! They figured out our plan. When will these pests leave!" she cursed all the way.

It was all so close, yet Vivienne and that impostor Sebastian, posing as her husband, ruined everything at the last moment.

Cursing, she prepared to ford the river, but as she reached the midpoint, a sudden noise made her dive in without a second thought. From her perspective, she saw someone passing by.

"There's no path here. Are we still going to continue the search?"

"Keep looking until we find her. Turn the village upside down if we have to!"

Draven scanned the surroundings with a grim expression.

Just as Draven's gaze swept over, Mrs. Thompson couldn't hold her breath any longer, and bubbles surfaced, clearly indicating something was amiss.

"Check what's happening down there," ordered Draven, and several people moved towards the water's edge.

Mrs. Thompson burst out of the water, gasping and choking.

Upon seeing Mrs. Thompson, Draven gestured lightly towards the water, "Capture her!"

His men acted swiftly, surrounding her before she could react.

Seeing her situation, Mrs. Thompson instinctively tried to bite into a poison capsule, but Draven, anticipating her move, kicked her chin, forcing the capsule out of her mouth to sink into the riverbed.

When Mrs. Thompson looked up again, a knife was pointed directly at her, its blade reflecting the shimmering water, instilling fear.

"Hand over the antidote," Draven demanded without preamble.

Mrs. Thompson glared back defiantly. "You think I'll give you the antidote? Dream on!"

Draven grabbed her chin, his voice icy, "You're seeking death!"

Laughing maniacally, Mrs. Thompson responded, "Captured by you, do I have any chance of survival? Better to take them down with me!"

Draven smirked coldly, "You wish to die? It won't be that easy."

He then ordered his men, "Take her back. Let the young master decide her fate."

Mrs. Thompson was dragged back to the village, reluctantly following Draven to the hospital where Vivienne was treated.