The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 233

Percival had just endured a few hard hits, and he feared he had broken some ribs.

"No big deal." He scoffed, dismissing the minor injuries as if they were nothing.

With a look of disdain, he glanced at Leopold, who had turned pale from vomiting. "You're a disgrace."

The two girls hadn't vomited, yet he, a grown man, was retching uncontrollably.

Once Leopold had finished vomiting, he looked back at Percival and the others, who were unfazed by the bloody scene. "Are you three freaking insane? How can you stand this?"

The train shuddered, causing the headless bodies to sway and fall. The dull thud of bodies hitting the metal floor echoed through the train. Seeing this out of the corner of his eye, Leopold couldn't help but vomit again. "Ugh..."

Percival and Vivienne fell silent.

Percival originally planned to ask Leopold to call someone to clean up this mess to avoid causing a social uproar when it was exposed.

But Leopold's useless state left Percival somewhat exasperated.

Massaging his temples, he finally pulled out his cell phone and called Thomas, who was following other leads. However, he noticed several missed calls from Thomas.

"Percival! Have you found them yet?" Thomas asked anxiously as soon as he got through to Percival, who had been out of touch for nearly two hours.

Then he asked, "What happened?"

"Just a minor issue. It's been resolved." Percival replied as he looked at the bloody mess on top of the train with a stoic expression. "Arrange for a clean-up crew to come over here." "Alright. I'll locate your position right away." When Thomas was about to hang up, he heard Leopold's retching in the background. "What's wrong with Leopold? Food poisoning?" "Yep. He ate too much crap." Percival casually slandered Leopold.

Thomas was a bit shocked.

Leopold had this kind of hobby?

Eating crap?

What did crap taste like?

He couldn't think about it.

Thinking about it made him want to vomit.

Thomas ended the call and went back to work.

When Thomas, armed with a warrant, halted the train and climbed onto the roof with his team, he understood why Leopold had been vomiting so violently. Several of his men couldn't help but run off to one side to vomit too.

After noticing that their boss and the two girls remained eerily calm, they all realized how absolutely twisted these three were.

Even Thomas felt like vomiting, but in order to not be called a crap eater like Leopold, he forced himself to hold it in. Then he gave Leopold, who was on the verge of fainting but couldn't stop vomiting, a sympathetic look.

Poor guy!

Who knew if this wild night would leave any psychological scars?

After handing over the clean-up process to Thomas, Percival and Vivienne left with Anna in the new vehicle Thomas had arranged for them. Since Leopold was "wounded" and unable to continue, only the three of them went to retrieve the item at the location Anna had mentioned. On the way, Vivienne looked at Anna, who was examining the wound on her arm.

Vivienne had been observing Anna since she first appeared in her line of sight, and each time, Anna had displayed extraordinary abilities.

It seemed like Anna deliberately displayed her abilities for Vivienne to see.

Vivienne's lips curled into a slight smile as she leaned back on her leather seat, tapping her fingers against the car window. "Now, you can tell us your story in detail. Was the potion in your hand given to you by your mother?"

Her tone was unhurried, revealing no hint of her emotions.

Since Anna had said she knew what Vivienne wanted, there was no need to beat around the bush.

"Yes." Anna paused her movements. "Although the mission failed all those years ago, team leader Lark, your mother, saved my mother's life. She gave one of the potions to my mother, who handed it to me before she passed away."

Before Vivienne could ask another question, Anna shook her head and continued, "I know what you want to ask. My mother was unclear about the cause of the mission's failure. She dwelt on it until her death, so I guess you could say she died with a heavy heart."

Both Vivienne and Percival fell silent.

The failure of Lark's last mission, which led to the near annihilation of the team, had always been a shadow in their hearts. Despite years of investigation, the cause of the failure remained a mystery. They wondered when the truth would finally see the light of day.

In the suburbs of Rivenwood.

The former site of the YQ Research Center.

When Anna led Vivienne and Percival through the rusty iron gate of the research center, they startled a few stray cats. The cats, their eyes glowing in the darkness, watched the intruders for a moment before leaping onto the walls to observe them from above.

"Here?" Percival raised an eyebrow at the long-abandoned research center.

"My mother built this research center from scratch." Vivienne looked at the overgrown courtyard as mixed emotions began to fill her heart.

In its heyday, the YQ Research Center produced medical patents that shocked the entire world.

"You hid it here?" Percival frowned as he followed Anna into the dark building. "My team has searched this place several times."

"I know." Anna turned on the light, revealing that the power in the long-abandoned building was still working. "I watched when you took away Lark's research materials."

Vivienne shot Percival a sidelong glance.

"Your mother was a visionary." Percival explained to her. "She had many grand ideas that she didn't have the chance to implement. Her last unfinished project was something I thought was a pity to leave incomplete, so I took her research materials and had someone continue her unfinished work."

Vivienne nodded. She was already aware of the research Percival was referring to. Her mother had mentioned the project to her just before she died.

Her mother always dreamed of a breakthrough in her research, hoping for a future that, unfortunately, she never got to see herself.

"Indeed. If her research were to succeed, it would revolutionize the entire course of medical history." Vivienne stared at the abandoned lab in front of her as a glimmer of determination seeped into her icy gaze. She was determined to carry forward whatever her mother couldn't accomplish.

Anna waved at Vivienne and Percival, leading them towards the basement.

"Follow me."

Just as Vivienne and Percival began to follow, a grumpy old man in a white tank top and boxer shorts suddenly emerged from a corner. Clearly, they had disturbed his nap.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you folks doing here in the middle of the night? You're not here to steal scrap metal, are you?!"

He glared menacingly at the trio, then his gaze finally landed on Anna. "You again, you little troublemaker!"

"I'm here to get something." Anna tossed a pack of cigarettes to the old man, flashing him a casual grin.

After turning to Vivienne and Percival, she explained, "This gentleman is the security guard hired by the owner of this lab." Security guard?

Vivienne crossed her arms, squinting at the gruff old man before her, feeling somewhat strange.