The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 694

Flynn's pupils contracted slightly at her words, and then he let out a scornful chuckle. "F-Poison? And who's Samantha? You're speaking gibberish to me."

Vivienne regarded him coolly. "You insinuated yourself into Flynn's life, became his confidant, and waited till he let his guard down. The day before the shooting, you two switched identities.

In that massacre, the real Flynn died a hero, saving lives. And you—you lived on, wearing his face.

Francis, you've schemed for eternity at the cost of everything, even delivering yourself into our hands. Did you ever calculate that this life would be your last within these walls?"

Flynn—no, Francis now—his expression cracked at her words, but he quickly masked it with laughter.

His face, or rather the lifelike mask he wore, began to split, revealing a much younger visage underneath.

Vivienne couldn't help but feel a pang of surprise. Willa was well into her forties, yet the man before her, supposedly her father, looked to be in his early twenties.

"Vivienne, you're even sharper than your mother," F-Poison admitted defeat. There was no point in hiding anymore. He had lost, utterly and without a chance to turn the tables.

Yet, losing to her didn't feel like a disgrace. Vivienne was the most formidable adversary he had ever encountered.

Her mother, Karen, was formidable too, but he sensed in Vivienne that rare quality of the student surpassing the master. Given time, she would certainly eclipse her mother.

"But I'm curious, how did you unravel my secrets?" Now that his true identity was exposed, he abandoned all pretense, his youthful face twisted with a grotesque smile that was wholly unsettling.

"I've explained once to Samantha, and I don't fancy repeating myself," Vivienne replied, her gaze piercing.

She leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. "But there is one thing I will tell you."

Francis raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"While you and Samantha devoted your lives to the quest for immortality, I haven't concocted an elixir of eternal life, but I have created a life-extension pill that adds five years to a person's life. It's based on your ST-1, and it's given me a direction for my own studies into immortality."

The life-extension pill was indeed real.

It was an accidental invention Vivienne had stumbled upon during her leisure time on Emerald Mountain.

Initially aiming to devise a life-saving pill, she discovered that her first attempt could prolong life—though it wasn't what she was looking for.

But she never brought the pills to market.

To her, tampering with the natural order of life and death was a sacrilege, even if it was technically possible.

To others, the pill might be a mere extension of life, but to her, it was defying fate.

She knew such a pill would cause chaos if released, with people killing for just one dose. That wasn't something she wished to see.

So, she made just ten pills and kept them secured forever.

Now, though, the concept of an immortality drug intrigued her—not to sell, but as a scientific challenge, one she was determined to conquer.

Francis' pupils dilated in shock. "What did you say?"

She had invented the life-extension pill!

If he had known, all the elaborate schemes of RST would have been unnecessary. Capturing Vivienne could have given him everything he desired.