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 to meet

exchanged, they all took

knowing her place, stayed quiet and busied herself

from Griffin how well Ms. Hawthorn has looked after her. I

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

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

make contact with Leopold’s family meant he was well-informed about

Leopold for years, it was impossible for him not to know the young

tell from Stellan’s words that he held

won the favor of his

finally ventured into the

thoughts on the Ellington Group collaborating

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

for a straightforward question but not quite so blunt. He chuckled.

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

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

eyes widened in

missed the cup. She looked up at Percival, unable to believe that her brother-in-law was the legendary Mr.

away from the ancient warrior lineages, times were

their ancestral lineage.

was on the brink of losing

Mr. Percy offered a helping hand. His intentions were not altruistic, but the deal was fair. He requested a batch of small and long-range firearms

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

to investigate this Mr. Percy, but the man

yet, it turned out

said, “Mr. Martinez, my goal is quite simple: to assist you in developing the latest biochemical weapon. I can assure you that the ownership of this weapon won’t fall into the hands of

flicker of doubt passing through his