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.]

…

outside the deputy director’s office,

captains left on duty, their expressions

uniform of the Vanguard Agency, Percival entered

captains exchanged glances, then stepped away, joining Thomas to

the office door

reading glasses and called

as he faced Micah

glanced up briefly. “You’re

even,

deep voice carrying

out a chuckle. “You’re getting bold,

a seat opposite Micah, his lips

away,” Micah said, leisurely

long legs crossed, fingers rhythmically tapping

in steam betraying a flicker of

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

question,

icy demeanor, which was not directed at Micah but at

both he and Vivienne had suspected Micah. After all, Micah was Percival’s direct superior, the one who could most easily alter the outcome of any

that Micah seemed to be acting deliberately and was always trying

Percival’s view of

was trapped in a mine. If Micah had hesitated even slightly or tried to obstruct the rescue, Percival would not have been

down his coffee, and nodded with satisfaction. “Good, the many times I

disobeyed orders, took too big of a risk to complete the mission, and caused

slight smile to crack his stern facade, sliding a file

taken aback. “I’ve never

the night

his signature was transferred to

his and Percival’s clearance level to

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

he had not contained Micah in time, leading the higher-ups to believe that Rivenwood’s own had detained him, Micah could have

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