The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Lucas narrowed his eyes, a sign that he was contemplating the silence of Vivienne, who had been quiet up until this point. Despite her silence, he knew of her past accomplishments and didn’t underestimate the young woman.

“What is it?” he prompted.

Vivienne cocked an eyebrow, her voice laced with skepticism. “With all the higher-up hotshots, why send us?”

This mission reeked of danger.

If the higher-ups couldn’t find the evidence, what made Lucas think they could?

Dealing with a single GTO was tough enough, and they still hadn’t figured out who was pulling Samantha’s strings. She wasn’t about to take on a suicide mission without good reason.

Caught off guard by her directness, Lucas hesitated. His gaze settled on Percival, whose deep-set eyes betrayed no intention of stifling Vivienne’s challenge.

Two little foxes.

Lucas lowered his voice, “You two are rookies in the world of ancient warrior lineages, and this is a direct order from the top brass. You don’t have the luxury of refusal.”

A palpable sense of authority filled the study.

An average person would’ve crumbled under such pressure, but Vivienne remained composed.

“What if we don’t comply? You think you can boss us around with orders? That might work on your own people, but I’m just a regular citizen, not part of your machine. Orders don’t mean squat to me!” she retorted with a defiant lean in her chair.

“And besides, with all those ancient warrior lineages and their impressive skills and secret manuals, Mr. Wolf and I are just ordinary folks. This kind of gig? Not really our cup of tea.”

Lucas was taken aback. He had only just learned of Vivienne’s existence and knew nothing of her personality.

He had mistaken them for pliable kids, only to be surprised by Vivienne’s resistance.

Turning to Percival, Lucas remarked, “You’re one of us, Percival. The first rule of Vanguard Agency is to follow orders!”

Lucas, but I resigned a while back. I’m just

Percival’s eyes twinkled

felt like exploding with frustration. If it weren’t for his status, he would have scolded them directly. What was

mother who was the former leader of Vanguard Agency’s special ops.

outside were

Behind the screen.

thick fabric obscured his view, allowing him only

their faces, but recalling the Percival he had encountered earlier and his current stance, it made

young man his father had

young woman, so young

country was the highest honor, and yet she had the gall to refuse. How could Richard Ellington have chosen such a cowardly

hadn’t improved either. He realized that Percival was under

helped the old man regain his composure. Remembering the orders from above, he said, “Fine, you two

the systems during the investigation. With this

and Percival shared a

took the red-sealed document, skimmed it, and

can recruit anyone you trust for your team, regardless of their status—as long as

and said,

followed suit, “I’ve

warrior lineages were unknown to them, but they were certain they had to confront the Abernathy family. With national resources

was no reason for them to linger. Lucas was eager for them to leave,

back at the towering

are you looking

and Vivienne exchanged

way back, Percival drove while glancing at Vivienne. He

trinket in the car and said, “Mr. Wolf, don’t tell

was a fourth presence in the room with them

rose; he knew Vivienne

first, but…” he