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.]

guard outside the deputy director’s office, having dispatched

on duty, their expressions were far from

Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and waved at Leopold

stepped away, joining Thomas to ensure no one else

paused at the office

his reading glasses

entered, his face stoic as he faced Micah

up briefly.

even,

deep voice

“You’re getting bold, detaining me like

opposite Micah, his lips parting slightly. “It’s more like

it then, ask away,” Micah said,

back, his long legs crossed, fingers rhythmically tapping on his knee. “What are

eyes shrouded in steam betraying a flicker of

ceased their tapping, his gaze piercing. “You brought me into the Vanguard Agency, trained me under my mentor,

by the question, Micah

icy

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

Micah seemed to be acting deliberately and was always trying to communicate

changed Percival’s

Vivienne of Micah’s loyalty was when Percival was trapped in a mine. If Micah had hesitated even slightly or tried to obstruct the rescue,

down his coffee, and nodded with satisfaction. “Good,

disobeyed orders, took too big of a risk to complete the mission, and caused trouble, among other things. The

allowed a slight smile to crack his stern facade, sliding a file across

aback. “I’ve never signed this

night before. It seemed

to him, his signature was transferred to approve the

headquarters, beyond his and Percival’s clearance level

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

Micah in time, leading the higher-ups 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

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