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.”

to Anna, who sighed heavily and said, “Ms.

days.” Vivienne smiled, ending the

her,

check in with you? Griffin said he insisted on following

touched his nose thoughtfully. “Not

at him. “Got

Thomas is short on people. I thought about calling

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

set up shop in Sea City and gathered the men of the Nine Mystics Society. Awaiting

Agency, looking for the Specter Healer for bone-setting and a back injury. They’re willing to pay any

eyebrow quirked at that. Any

the same message, Percival stated flatly,

her hand, Vivienne’s eyes glinted mischievously.

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

pressed his lips. “Vivienne, as I recall,

twitched. “Of course I’m not! But

[Five hundred billion for the bone-setting, eight

Percival stared, dumbfounded.

suspected! Money was indeed, above all, in Vivienne’s

at Percival and scrolled through her

Boyd family, Theodore, speaking on behalf of Wendy. They invited her, as the head of the Boyd family, to join Percival at

The host was Patrick.

Vivienne’s expression turned contemplative.

had just lost her hand and already wanted to attend a dinner

was old

do you think you’ll be able to use the item Eliza gave you in

me like that,

slender finger traced a path down Percival’s shirt collar, murmuring provocatively, “Then

waves crashing against the rocks, an endless cycle of

the electric sensation zapping

locked, the depths of their

from within, raw and unguarded, spreading like a

for too long, holding back

jest could set

kiss searing with such

to his

intertwined, radiating endless tenderness