The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Connor's smirk deepened as he tossed aside the switchblade and leaned against the wall nonchalantly. "I've always been curious, how did you manage to tamper with the plane without any of us noticing?" With that, Connor dropped a portable speaker to the ground, and instantly, music filled the air. "Familiar, isn't it? This is your kids' favorite song."

Lighting up a cigarette, Connor continued, "In your absence, they've come to accept me. Even the Perez family has been nudging her towards me. See, you're just that replaceable."

Despite the music echoing through the empty hall, Connor's voice remained crystal clear.

Percival simply watched him with a cold gaze, unresponsive to Connor's taunts.

Vivienne was busy disposing of something when she suddenly heard a voice approaching from afar.

She peeked out the window until she spotted something in the distance slowly approaching.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Just as I thought," Vivienne muttered with a smile, then she climbed out the window and ascended towards the rooftop.

As she passed the sixth floor, she heard the music.

Connor shifted slightly to the left, with Percival tracking his every move, ready to follow.

Connor pulled out a remote and pressed a button in front of Percival, triggering explosions throughout the building floor by floor.

As they moved, Percival felt the vibrations under his feet, prompting him to start running on the sixth floor.

When Connor reached a window, Percival's brows furrowed in concern.

A ladder dropped down above Connor, and with a smirk, he waved at Percival, "See, you and your spouse still can't catch me. Might as well give up. I'm running out of patience. Go check on your wife downstairs; she might have already been dealt with by one of my sculptures."

After saying that, Connor grabbed the ladder and was taken away by a helicopter, leaving Percival behind as another bomb exploded.

Covered in dust, Percival could only sit in a corner to ensure he wasn't injured.

Connor felt exhilarated as the building merged with the darkness, his plans might have failed, but he had many more opportunities.

"Let's see who lasts longer," Connor muttered, his gaze turning sinister toward the sixth floor.

As he climbed into the helicopter cabin, a dagger pressed against his neck before he could sit down, freezing him in place.

"Quite the runner, aren't you?" a voice devoid of emotion whispered into Connor's ear.

Connor stiffened, disbelief in his eyes as he saw Vivienne, "How did you escape?"

Vivienne smiled, "Guess?"

Connor chuckled, "Abigail really didn't see wrong in you, Vivienne. You indeed are full of surprises!"

Eyes twinkling, Vivienne retorted, "Indeed, her judgment has always been poor, choosing you, still a waste."

"Me!" Connor started, then laughed, "You think you've won? You're clever, but even a tiger naps."

"I quite like the tiger analogy," Vivienne laughed.

"Since I'm about to die, tell me, how did you escape?" Connor was curious about how his years of planning were easily thwarted by Vivienne.

"You can go ask Abigail that when you meet her down below!" Vivienne was about to finish Connor off when he somehow broke free from her control, leading to a fierce scuffle between them.

The fight caused chaos in the helicopter, now veering off into the woods.

Vivienne's thrown needles were dodged by Connor, and with the needles stuck in the control stick, the helicopter became unstable.

Both Vivienne and Connor struggled to maintain their balance in the unstable helicopter, with Vivienne quickly resuming her attack. Connor barely dodged a knife aimed at him, it embedding into the seat instead.

Vivienne, abandoning the knife, engaged Connor in hand-to-hand combat.

With the cabin door open and the helicopter uncontrolled, they risked falling into the woods below.

Vivienne, seizing the moment, kicked Connor towards the cabin door. Before Connor could react, he was at the edge.

Vivienne then struck him with several needles, paralyzing him with pain.

"Time to end this charade. If we keep this up, you might actually believe you can defeat me," Vivienne said, taking control of the helicopter. Connor, incapacitated on the floor, couldn't believe his defeat, "How... did you know?"

Vivienne landed the helicopter on the abandoned building's rooftop, where Percival awaited, to find only a man lying in a pool of blood.

"Wasn't your grand scheme to lure us here and bury us alive? Did you really think your airline's history would go unnoticed?" Vivienne stepped down from the helicopter.

Percival had just unceremoniously tossed Connor out of the helicopter, and as Connor caught sight of his fallen henchman, the hatred in his eyes grew more intense by the second.

Clearly, Vivienne wasn't the least bit fazed by his intimidation. Slipping on her gloves, she pulled out a small vial from her pocket.

Connor watched in horror as she forced a black pill into his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but Vivienne swiftly kicked him in the gut, leaving him no chance to resist.

"This is a new drug we've been working on. Consider it a parting gift for all the trouble you've caused over the past five years."

The moment Connor swallowed, the

drug took effect. His skin began to deteriorate rapidly, and soon, blood tears streaked down from his eyes. As his body decayed, it grew intensely hot, until all that was left on the ground was his lifeless husk.

Gasping for air, Connor looked up to see Vivienne and Percival watching him with cold detachment.

As he felt his life force ebbing away, Connor cracked a smile. "Do you really think I'm Abigail's last play?"

Vivienne and Percival exchanged a look before Percival grabbed Connor by the hair, his head flopping around like a ragdoll. "Spill it!"

Connor's laughter grew even more deranged at Percival's impatience. "You idiots! So what if you caught me? There's still a chance for Abigail to come back. You'll never figure out who he is in this lifetime!" With a final shout, Connor's eyes rotted back, and he passed out, possibly for good.

His words echoed in Vivienne and Percival's minds. Who was 'he'?