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!”

I resigned a while back. I’m just a plain citizen

‘plain’, Percival’s eyes twinkled

for his status, he would have scolded them directly. What

former leader of Vanguard Agency’s

my foot! The guards outside were more ‘plain’

Behind the screen.

keen eyes narrowed. The thick fabric obscured his view, allowing him only glimpses

their faces, but recalling the Percival he had encountered earlier and

his father had

woman, so young

him, serving one’s country was the highest honor, and yet she had the gall to refuse. How could Richard Ellington have chosen such

realized that Percival was

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

investigation. With this badge, you

Percival shared

the red-sealed document, skimmed it, and handed it

interest, Lucas continued, “All departments will cooperate with your investigation, and you can recruit anyone you trust for your team, regardless of their status—as

nodded in approval and said, “Alright

suit, “I’ve got

were certain they had to confront the Abernathy family. With national resources backing them, it

Lucas was eager

towering screen embroidered with a

“What are you looking

and Vivienne exchanged a

while glancing at

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

was a fourth presence in the room with

eyebrows rose; he knew Vivienne was

first, but…” he