The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 430

Three companions climbed into the car and soon arrived at the Vanguard Agency's secret interrogation room.

Inside, Fiona sat with her eyes downcast, lifeless and detached.

The sound of the door opening barely made her look up, only to drop her gaze once again.

Percival took a seat across from her, his deep-set eyes emotionless as they fixed on her, wordless.

A scoff escaped Fiona's lips. "Well played, Percival. You've bested me."

Small talk was the last thing on Percival's mind. He cut to the chase, "Where's the Boar Poison?"

Fiona stiffened, as if the question coiled around her like a vice. "What are you talking about? I don't know!"

He produced a video from the night at Spring Club, "You sat there for three days, and you still can't figure it out?"

Her fists clenched tightly. Those were undoubtedly her most humiliating days - unable to move despite her body's protests, soaked in her own filth...

Thinking about this, Fiona couldn’t help but feel nauseous.

The disgust and fear in the eyes of the people who found her etched into her memory, unforgettable.

"How did you get that? Why..." Fiona snapped her mouth shut, a flash of realization in her eyes. "It was Vivienne, wasn't it?"

Percival didn't deny it, pressing on, "Where is the Boar Poison?"

Her eyes fell again, "I don't know."

Seeing his disbelief, she added, "After purchasing the Boar Poison, I handed it to Mr. B from GTO. You should be asking him, not me."

Percival's frown deepened, his silence hanging heavy in the air.

After a long pause, he stood and left.

As he reached the door, Fiona called out to his retreating figure, "Even without me, Percival, your days of joy are numbered. Mark my words, you'll never take over the Ellington legacy!"

For a moment, Percival paused, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile before he continued out the door.

Vivienne waited in the car outside. Seeing him emerge, she knew he had come up empty-handed.

Behind Fiona, there were others, a third party involved just as the mysterious text had suggested.

For years, Fiona had been using the Ellington Group and Jeffrey's gallery for shadowy dealings, trafficking artifacts and expensive artworks. The profits couldn't be just this meager.

However, Vivienne had yet to uncover this third entity.

Percival got in the car, his mood as dark as thunderclouds, lifting only slightly in Vivienne's presence.

"Expected outcomes shouldn't weigh on the heart," Vivienne said, her fingers lightly massaging Percival's temples to ease the tension.

He held her hand in his, looking into her eyes, "I'm fine."

She nodded, understanding all too well that he was contemplating how to break the news to Richard.

Fiona was Richard's second favorite granddaughter after Isolde, and he had high hopes for her.

But life often defies expectations. Richard would no doubt be heartbroken once more.

Percival pulled Vivienne close, his lips brushing her forehead in a rare display of affection.

In the driver's seat, Leopold bit his lip. He said to himself, “Keep calm, don't get angry! Percival, you love-struck fool! Must you always be so affectionate with Vivienne? One day, I'll put an end to this!”

Of course, these were thoughts Leopold would only dare shout within the confines of his mind.

Suddenly, Leopold noticed the van designated for Mr. B's transfer parked ahead.

"What are they doing here?" he muttered, stepping out to inquire.

Percival and Vivienne exchanged a glance before following Leopold out.

"Captain," greeted the driver.

Percival's brow furrowed. "What's the matter?"