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.”

“Mr. Martinez, it’s good to

exchanged, they all took

her place, stayed quiet and busied herself with coffee

Ms. Hawthorn

should apologize, it’s me to you, Mr. Martinez. My junior did something regrettable to your family, and

a boy. He might be a bit headstrong, but he’s

to make contact with Leopold’s family meant he was

his daughter had been chasing after Leopold for years, it was

from Stellan’s words that he held

seemed that Leopold had already won

talk, they finally ventured

your thoughts on the Ellington

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

a straightforward question but

a hearty laugh at Percival’s response. “Mr. Ellington, we both know the score. Let’s be frank with

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

widened in disbelief. “You’re Mr.

pouring coffee, nearly missed the cup. She looked up at Percival, unable to believe that her brother-in-law

Martinez family had broken away from the ancient warrior lineages, times were tough, and updating their

time, internal fractures appeared, compounded by the pressure from their ancestral lineage. At fifteen, the weight on Stellan

family was on the

was fair. He requested a batch of small and long-range firearms from the Martinez family and, in

crushing pressure of the ancient warrior lineages and regaining the top brass’s trust, all thanks to a single

tried to investigate this Mr. Percy, but the man

turned out to

the ownership of this weapon won’t fall

at Percival solemnly, a flicker of doubt passing through