The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 623

Karen had been deep undercover in GTO, and although she had never penetrated its core, she had brushed shoulders with its darkest secrets.

Inside GTO, experiments of unspeakable cruelty were a daily occurrence. For someone like Scott, who had been sold to them as a child, the horrors he faced were beyond imagination.

The fact that Scott had survived and even managed to become a stand-in for Belle spoke volumes of his wit and luck — mostly luck, as without it, he would have been another casualty of those vile tests.

"You just said a woman told you your constitution was not suited for their drugs. Was she... F-Poison?" Karen inquired.

Scott chuckled. "Impossible. Even with my fragmented memories from that time, I knew F-Poison was a man, an old man, not unlike Baron Brooks back in the day. He vanished soon after, leaving no impression on me."

"Did he disappear right after Noah rescued you all?"

Scott pondered for a moment, then said, "Seems like it. After we returned from Vanguard Agency with Noah, I was whisked away to a new base, and that's the last I saw of him. Had you not mentioned it, I wouldn’t have even remembered."

To Scott, the mere act of surviving was a triumph. The identity of his tormentors was the least of his concerns.

Karen knew that male F-Poison had gone into hiding as a victim during the rescue operation, leaving GTO to the new female F-Poison.

But considering the current F-Poison's youthful appearance, even if she had aged gracefully, she should be in her fifties or sixties by now.

Could it be that F-Poison had passed down the mantle to a third generation?

Was the F-Poison Belle called "mother" the same person Scott had encountered?

"Do you remember what that woman looked like?" Karen pressed.

"No clue," Scott admitted. "She always wore a mask. I don't even know Belle's true identity. The higher-ups in GTO kept a tight leash; I had no access."

Karen understood all too well. Her own cover had been blown only because Noah discovered her infiltration, leading to a near-fatal confrontation with Scott.

"I see," Karen said, rising to leave. With no reason to linger, she turned to go.

Scott watched her retreating figure, a mirror image of the day she fled the Brooks family — resolute and detached.

"Karen."

Her name, softly spoken, halted her.

Karen half-turned to face Scott, who stepped forward, his hands gripping the electrified barrier, his gaze filled with longing, regret, and an unspoken plea.

"If there's a next time, could we just sit and reminisce?"

Karen's lips twitched, her eyes locked onto Scott's — cold as moonlight.

"No. Between us, there's nothing worth reminiscing about."

With that, she left, her departure as effortless as the closing of a door.

Karen had always admired Scott's cunning and resilience, qualities that would make them kindred spirits if they were not adversaries. But as enemies, Karen would prioritize killing him every time.

Vivienne watched Karen emerge, clicking her tongue. "He's your old flame, and you're giving him the cold shoulder?"

Karen blinked. "I suddenly remember arranging an arranged marriage for you with Dawson."

"Well, your daughter might just elope with Mr. Wolf then," Vivienne retorted without missing a beat.

Percival entered just in time to overhear Vivienne's mention of eloping with Mr. Wolf and could not help but brighten at the thought.