The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne scoffed with a smirk. “Pray tell, Vance, what national treasure has been harmed by the rogue android? Who’s been injured? Or was there a threat to someone’s life?”

Vance cleared his throat. “No national assets were damaged, no one was injured, and there wasn’t any life-threatening situation, but…”

“The only one hurt here is my Mr. Wolf, who’s still got a bloody nose! All because he jumped in to save that runaway motorcycle. Instead of a pat on the back, you’re thinking of punishment?”

Listening to Vivienne’s clever, if slightly twisted, logic, Vance sighed heavily. “It was his duty, a remedy for the mess your company made!”

Vivienne nodded in agreement. “We’ve made amends, and quite successfully at that. Repaired roads, hospitals, schools, and the like, all out of our own pocket. We’ve more than made up for it, wouldn’t you say, Vance?”

Vivienne’s retort left Vance speechless. She sort of had a point.

Vance took a sip of water. “Alright, you can go.”

Vivienne snatched a few more candy bars from the dish. “Catch you later, Mr. Vance Edwards!”

Vance couldn’t help but chuckle “Hold on, when’s your mom waking up?”

“Not sure yet. When she does, I’ll be sure to tell her you were asking about her,” Vivienne said, waving her hand as she walked out of the director’s office.

Vance shook his head in resignation as Webster’s call came through again.

“Director, the guy got hurt and even shelled out the cash; what more do you want? Percival’s nose is still bleeding! His face is insured for more than movie star Stephen Harris. If we get nitpicky, we can’t afford the payout!”

“Fine, you guys do what you want with that mess!”

Vivienne walked out of Vanguard Agency to find William, Zachary, and Ronald still in the midst of routine inquiries. It seemed it would take a while.

Vivienne had some disciples from the Nine Mystics Society stand guard at the door, ready to escort people out when they were done.

Afterward, she drove to the hospital.

Inside, Percival was getting patched up.

Leopold leaned in, “So your nose really got busted saving that motorbike?”

glance. “You

hands.

spent days in a mine without a scratch, and now a motorcycle

on his nose in the mirror, heaving

come Vivienne’s skull had to be

then, Vivienne burst in, arms laden with a feast

the sound of Vivienne’s voice, Percival instantly ripped off the bandage from

good

on the side. Since when did Percival

had to spread this tale throughout the Vanguard Agency—Percival might have left,

felt he seemed to have

he stood up, shouting, “You two sneaks! Getting married without a peep, disappearing without a trace. Do you have any idea how

and Vivienne since morning to no avail. Then

enjoy their bliss, oblivious to the frenzy they had left behind in the

Everyone thought he knew where Percival and Vivienne were. But damn… he

say something infuriating. “If it were me, I’d have whisked my love away to get hitched ages ago.

that, he got a good

Vivienne acted as if it was just another

Leopold. “You went crazy,

“Do you hear

“Am I deaf?”

Leopold was speechless.

Great.

deal with someone who could

pulled out another one from her pocket and stuck it on his

hasn’t healed yet. Who said you could take

didn’t protest, nor did he see the cartoon on the bandage, as he took the feast from Vivienne’s hands. Unbeknownst to him, the image of his nose bandaged with a cartoon

things at

bar, lounging on the sofa, “Found out what that sneaky

smile. “They

her elegant face. “My