The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

On the other side of town, nestled within a leafy suburb, Vivienne received a call from Rivenwood.

It was Griffin on the line.

“Vivienne, I’ve made another delivery of ‘Morning Glory’ to the Vanguard Agency just a few days ago. They’ve been dispatched already, but they went straight to HQ this time without going through Micah.”

Vivienne nodded in understanding. “How’s the detector coming along?”

Griffin seemed to breathe a little easier. “The prototype’s there, but we haven’t been able to test it fully. After all, I’ve only managed to create a new type of bomb based on the model we have. We need to find the ones already planted by GTO to ensure it can actually detect them.”

They had only found a model of the new bomb in Eastlake Bay. Though Griffin could replicate it, there was no certainty that it was identical to the ones GTO had developed.

Only an on-site test would prove that.

What they could test at the base was far from conclusive.

“Mmm,” Vivienne murmured. “Having a prototype is better than nothing. Ideally, it should be a universal detector that can pick up your latest ‘Morning Glory’ creation.”

“Don’t worry, Vivienne, I’ve got this,” Griffin reassured her, “The specifics of the ‘Morning Glory’ are already programmed into the detector model, and those tests have been successful.”

Hearing Griffin’s confidence, Vivienne felt a measure of relief. “Any other business at the base?”

Griffin picked up on her subtext, replying, “Nothing more. I’ve booked a flight, and we’ll land in Sea City in three days.”

“We?” Vivienne’s interest was piqued.

Charlotte was busy with her studies and special training; she had no time to travel.

Griffin was not known for having many friends.

Yet, she was talking about coming to Sea City with “we”!

A bit embarrassed, Griffin’s voice lowered on the other end. “It’s that Husky. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, claiming it was his boss’ order to ensure the safety of the special agents. Spouted a whole list of reasons.”

Vivienne chuckled, teasingly offering, “If you don’t like him, you can always request someone else.”

“No, I… Vivienne, you’re teasing me again!”

With Griffin’s voice shifting shyly, Vivienne decided not to push further. “Alright, I’ll pick you guys up in three days. Just the two of you?”

“And Anna.”

handed the phone to Anna, who sighed heavily and

three days.” Vivienne smiled,

her, “Leopold’s

in with you? Griffin

his nose thoughtfully. “Not

sidelong at him. “Got

a hunch. Thomas is short on people. I thought about calling Soren,

at the kid， Leopold， getting initiative,” Vivienne remarked. Then, her phone

I’ve set up shop in Sea City and gathered the men of the Nine Mystics Society.

Intelligence Agency, looking for the Specter Healer

quirked at

message, Percival stated

in her hand, Vivienne’s

her hand, and now you want to stitch it back on?

his lips. “Vivienne, as I recall, you’re no

twitched. “Of course I’m not! But who hates

for the

Percival stared, dumbfounded.

Money was indeed, above all, in Vivienne’s

smiled at Percival and scrolled through her phone

Wendy. They invited her, as the head of the Boyd family, to join Percival at a yacht party scheduled in three days. The invitation

The host was Patrick.

Vivienne’s expression turned contemplative.

lost her hand and already wanted to attend a

old

off her phone, Vivienne looked at Percival and asked, “Mr. Wolf, do you think you’ll be able to

at me like that, I might have to use it right

down Percival’s shirt collar, murmuring

charged with a palpable tension, like waves crashing against the rocks, an endless

around her delicate wrist, the

of their

raw and

restrained themselves for too long, quieted for

could set off an avalanche and a

with such intensity that it threatened to

to his touch without a

fingers intertwined, radiating