Vivienne snapped the file shut and tossed it aside with a flick of her wrist, her face a mask of composure that belied the storm brewing within.

Thomas maneuvered the car with practiced ease while Anna glanced back uneasily and asked, “Ms. Vivienne, what do you make of the information in that file?”

A chill flickered in Vivienne’s eyes. “What do you think?”

Anna was taken aback, suddenly feeling like she had touched a nerve.

Percival wrapped an arm around Vivienne, his touch as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. “Easy, no need to get all worked up.”

Vivienne remained silent, her gaze lowered, thoughts hidden behind a veil of introspection.

The reach of GTO had become far too invasive.

And the real mole had burrowed so deep that they were untouchable.

This person was not just a threat to the safety of the average Joe; they were toying with national security.

An unsettling intuition gripped Vivienne; her mother’s death might not be solely tied to GTO’s head honcho. Perhaps the final blow, the ultimate betrayal, was orchestrated by the Vanguard Agency itself.

As she remained lost in thought, Percival’s voice, honeyed with affection, broke through, “How about I take you out for a grand feast?”

Her train of thought was derailed by his suggestion, and Vivienne considered his offer seriously before agreeing. “Alright, let’s go.”

After dinner, Percival dropped Vivienne off at her place.

He watched her enter her home before sliding back into the car. “Head to HQ,” he instructed Thomas.

Thomas did not question it; it was time to return to headquarters to sort things out.

Back in her room, Vivienne checked her phone and saw a cryptic text from an unknown sender. [It’s not him.]

stood guard outside the deputy director’s office,

on duty, their expressions were far from

of the Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and waved at

then stepped away, joining Thomas to ensure no one else

the office door

Micah removed his reading glasses and called out, “Come

entered, his face stoic as he

up briefly. “You’re

tone was even,

for waiting,” Percival said, his deep voice

out a chuckle. “You’re getting bold, detaining me like

took a seat opposite Micah, his lips parting slightly.

away,” Micah said, leisurely

fingers rhythmically tapping on his knee. “What are

shrouded in steam

brought me into the Vanguard Agency, trained me under my mentor, and watched

the question,

had, despite his icy

all, Micah was Percival’s direct superior, the one who could most easily alter the

Micah seemed to be acting deliberately and was always trying to

changed Percival’s view

mine. If Micah had hesitated even slightly or tried to obstruct

laughed, put down his coffee, and nodded with satisfaction. “Good, the many times I took the blame for you weren’t

risk to complete the mission, and caused trouble, among other things. The only punishment he ever gave Percival was

smile to crack his stern facade, sliding a file across to Micah. “The Morning Glory has been leaked. The authorization came

“I’ve never

night before. It seemed unimportant,

him, his signature was transferred to approve the usage of “Morning

had come from headquarters, beyond his and Percival’s clearance

wants me to take the fall. I’m becoming quite the scapegoat,” Micah said with a carefree laugh, well

to believe that Rivenwood’s own had detained him, Micah could have been sent to a military tribunal without a chance to defend himself.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join

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