The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 425

Astrid chuckled dryly.

Mature enough?

If leaked, the research material in the lab would send shock waves around the globe.

Yet, in Vivienne's words, it was merely mature enough?

Astrid glanced at her and asked, “So, you agree to stay in the lab?”

Vivienne nodded. “Yeah.”

Astrid breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Thanks, Vivienne. I really appreciate you agreeing to be part of this experiment. Our progress will surely skyrocket now.”

Vivienne did not respond. Instead, she turned her gaze to the car window, watching the streetlights fall, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

After dropping Vivienne off at home, Astrid did not go upstairs. Instead, she turned the car around and drove away.

In the back seat lay the experimental data Vivienne had revised that day.

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Returning home, Dorian and Cordelia were already asleep, and even though the light was on in Thaddeus’ room, he was sound asleep, too.

Vivienne switched off Thaddeus’ light and entered her own room.

The moment she opened the door, her steps faltered, her eyes sharpening instantly.

A chill ran through her as she looked towards the window - a piece of paper was wedged in the crack.

This was the twenty-third floor; unless it was an inside job, this kind of infiltration was extraordinary!

She was sure that apart from Dorian’s family, no one else was here.

Obviously, she was dealing with a pro!

She walked over and pulled out the paper.

The message was a mishmash of newspaper cutouts, and crooked letters forming a single line.

[The TCL Lab.]

Vivienne’s gaze dropped; she clenched the paper tightly in her hand.

She knew the person who sent this was not the same mysterious texter from before.

But who could it be?

Suddenly, she smirked.

Having had his fill of the outside world, that old coot was now seeking attention.

What was it? Did he want to see if she had lost her edge?

Her lips curled slightly as she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter, posting one simple tweet, [Pay up!]

She had resisted signing up for Twitter, but Matthew had insisted it was the rage and would not stop nagging until she gave in.

She had not used it since signing up, just letting it sit idle.

Since returning to the Hawthorn family, she had gradually become a public figure, and her Twitter followers had grown. She had about a million now.

After posting, her nine ‘brothers’ from the same master were the first to get the news.

While others were clueless, they knew there was only one person in the world who could owe Vivienne money: their master.

One thousand bucks, unpaid for years.

Especially since he had faked his death, leaving them grieving for ages.

Now, with Vivienne’s public call for payment, it was clear the old man was grandstanding again.

So, how could they miss out on helping Vivienne collect her dues?

Thus, all nine tweeted, echoing Vivienne’s message, [Pay up!]

Vivienne’s followers, as well as those of the nine, were baffled, wondering who owed her money to warrant such drama.

When fans asked who owed her, only Leopold replied seriously, “The debtor is our master.”