The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 497

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.]

…

Soren stood guard outside the

left on duty,

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

glances, then stepped away, joining Thomas to ensure no one

the

Micah removed his reading glasses and called

stoic as

up

tone was even, betraying no

waiting,” Percival said, his deep voice carrying

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

a seat opposite Micah, his lips parting slightly. “It’s

away,” Micah

back, his long legs crossed, fingers rhythmically tapping on

hand paused, eyes shrouded in steam betraying

trained me under my mentor, and watched me rise through the ranks.

the question, Micah

as they always had, despite his icy

and Vivienne had suspected Micah. After all, Micah was Percival’s direct superior, the one who could

seemed to be acting deliberately and

Percival’s view

was when Percival was trapped in a mine. If Micah had hesitated even slightly or tried to obstruct

“Good, the many

deescalated things countless times when Percival disobeyed orders, took too big of a risk to complete the mission, and caused trouble, among

facade, sliding a file across to Micah. “The Morning Glory has

was taken aback. “I’ve never signed this

night

his signature was transferred to approve the usage of “Morning

come from headquarters, beyond his and Percival’s clearance level to investigate the

someone wants me to take the fall. I’m becoming quite the scapegoat,”

have been

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