The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

As they chatted, the pair arrived at the meeting spot.

Griffin was waiting outside, and upon spotting the duo, she bounded over with earnest warmth.

Being the daughter of the Martinez family, Griffin was inevitably a bit biased toward her own kin.

Her complete trust in Vivienne and Percival was undeniable; otherwise, she would not have collaborated with Vivienne on developing a new bomb detection device.

Griffin’s role was pivotal in arranging for Stellan to come out for this meeting.

“Vivienne, my dad came alone, without the company’s legal team. You guys got this,” Griffin cheered, pumping her fist in encouragement.

Vivienne understood. Stellan’s choice to come without his lawyers meant he was not planning to finalize anything today.

He knew that relying on the Vanguard Agency would ultimately spell trouble for the Martinez family.

The Martinez family was an ancient warrior lineage that came out of seclusion, but they lacked venerated elders like those in the Perez family. It was only Stellan keeping up appearances, along with Griffin, who was a rare prodigy in the arms industry.

This was the only way the Martinez family could maintain their status.

But this recent incident, almost costing them Griffin, was a clear sign that someone was targeting the Martinez family.

If they did not adapt, the road ahead would be rocky indeed!

Inside the café, Stellan sat at a table, exuding a casual vibe in his leisurewear, quite the opposite of Vivienne’s expectation of a suit and tie. His demeanor, though relaxed, carried an air of authority that demanded respect.

Griffin let go of Vivienne’s hand and led the way, introducing, “Dad, this is the Vivienne Hawthorn I told you about, and her husband, Percival Ellington.”

Stellan stood up, his face breaking into a warm smile as he extended his hand, “Mr. Ellington, Ms. Hawthorn, a pleasure to meet you both.”

Martinez, it’s good

pleasantries exchanged, they all took their

and busied herself

well Ms. Hawthorn has looked after her. I apologize for

to you, Mr. Martinez. My junior

known Leopold since he was a boy. He might be a bit headstrong, but he’s a

appearances, sending Griffin out to make contact with Leopold’s

chasing after Leopold for years, it was impossible for him not to

that he held Leopold

seemed that Leopold had already won the favor of his

more small talk, they finally ventured into

on the

aware of what the Martinez family specializes in. As a former deputy director of the Vanguard Agency, what’s your true motive for seeking a

straightforward question but not quite

“Mr. Ellington, we

nodded and handed Stellan a business card. “The company that truly wants to collaborate with Martinez

in disbelief.

at Percival, unable to believe that her brother-in-law

away from the ancient warrior lineages, times were

internal fractures appeared, compounded by the pressure from their ancestral lineage. At

was on the brink of losing

hand. His intentions were not altruistic, but the deal was fair. He requested a batch of small and long-range firearms from the Martinez family and, in

the storm, narrowly avoiding the crushing pressure of the ancient warrior lineages and regaining the top

the man

it turned out

that the ownership of this weapon won’t fall

at Percival solemnly, a flicker