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.”

who sighed heavily and said,

in three days.” Vivienne smiled, ending the call with a soft

approached her, “Leopold’s

rolled her eyes. “Did he check in with you? Griffin said he insisted on

“Not exactly, but I’m on

glanced sidelong at

his head. “Just a hunch. Thomas is short

Leopold， getting initiative,” Vivienne remarked. Then, her phone buzzed with new

and gathered the men of the Nine Mystics

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

eyebrow quirked at that. Any

Percival stated flatly, “Reject

her hand, Vivienne’s eyes

just chopped off her hand, and now you want to

“Vivienne, as I recall,

I’m not! But who

replied to Matthew, [Five hundred billion for the bone-setting, eight hundred

Percival stared, dumbfounded.

he suspected! Money was indeed,

the message, Vivienne smiled at Percival and scrolled through her phone for

was from the head of the Boyd family, Theodore, speaking on behalf of Wendy. They invited her, as the head of the Boyd family, to join Percival at a yacht party scheduled in three days.

The host was Patrick.

Vivienne’s expression turned contemplative.

hand and already

old and

do you think you’ll

deeply. “Vivienne, if you keep looking at me like that, I might have

shirt collar, murmuring provocatively,

waves crashing against the rocks, an endless cycle of ebb and flow

wrist, the electric sensation zapping straight

the depths of their eyes reflecting only

surged from within, raw and unguarded,

quieted for too long, holding back amidst peril

flirtatious jest could set off an

embrace, his kiss searing with such intensity

as ever, responded to his touch without a hint of

fingers intertwined, radiating