The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 326

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?"

The masked men were shocked to find their limbs devoid of strength. Their mouths were the only part 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!