The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 490

Vivienne's icy gaze locked onto Micah across the room, her eyes sharp and piercing with an almost palpable intensity.

Micah remained silent for a few heartbeats before switching off the intercom.

The voice that had been calling his name fell abruptly silent.

"I need to know," Micah's voice cut through the tension. "Do you have a solid plan to extract Percival safely?"

In that instant, an almost spectral aura of authority emanated from Micah, a remnant of the times he had battled through the most harrowing situations.

Thomas and Leopold, standing nearby, were momentarily taken aback.

Micah had been their drill instructor back in the day. Since becoming the deputy director, the formidable presence he once commanded seemed to have diminished. They had all assumed that Micah was past his prime, a paper pusher with graying hair.

But they were wrong. He had merely cloaked his ferocity beneath a guise of geniality, letting the years mellow his exterior.

Vivienne's gaze never wavered from Micah, shadows flickering in her eyes as she spoke with a gravity that brooked no argument, "Percival is the love of my life."

That single declaration held more weight than any promise could.

"He's the love of my life. How could I possibly leave him to face danger alone?"

Hearing Vivienne's resolute and unequivocal statement, Micah turned to issue orders, "Leopold, take Vivienne to the coordinates. Thomas, get to Soren immediately and have him report the mine's internal status!"

"No need," Vivienne interjected, pulling up a satellite map on her tablet. It showed the interior of the mine with a faint red dot marking Percival's location.

Hovering near Vivienne, Thomas voiced his concern, "Ma'am, the air is thin inside the mine. We don't know how much oxygen the captain has left, and we can't reach him."

Vivienne understood the urgency. "Does he have his headset?"

"He does, but we've lost contact. It seems a signal jammer is at play inside. No telling how long he can hold out," Leopold added quickly.

"As long as he has it," Vivienne said, retrieving a device resembling a Bluetooth speaker from Griffin's gearbox and connecting it to a laptop screen.

As soon as she activated it, all the headsets of the Vanguard Agency agents in the vicinity lost their signals.

Even the command vehicle where Micah sat was suddenly bereft of any communication.

"What's going on? Another virus?" Micah asked, bewildered.

"No." Vivienne typed in a sequence of codes, and a prompt appeared on the laptop screen. "Leopold, what's Mr. Wolf's public channel code?"

"0001."

Vivienne entered the code, and a faint sound of breathing immediately came through the speaker.

Everyone was startled, and Micah looked at Vivienne incredulously, at a loss for what had happened.

Vivienne put on a headset and said, "Mr. Wolf, can you hear me?"

After a brief pause, a voice came through, "Vivienne?"

"Holy smokes, it's Percival!" Leopold exclaimed, "Vivienne, you're a miracle worker!"

Micah, too, grasped the principle behind Vivienne's communication with Percival.

She had redirected all communication signals to focus solely on her and Percival's devices, turning the Bluetooth speaker into a targeted signal transmitter.

By inputting Percival's code, she could funnel all communication directly to the disconnected headset.

Micah's look of admiration towards Vivienne deepened.

Wolf, give me your exact position and surroundings. I need precise details," Vivienne demanded, staring at the satellite feed on her laptop, which was not entirely accurate. She could only devise an effective rescue plan with absolute certainty of Percival's

temporary shelter within the mine. There's some air left here, and I found a cave for cover, but I'm not sure how long it will hold. I've got thirty percent oxygen left

location based on the coordinates he

miles from the mine's entrance, which was hardly an ideal

and the entrance was unknown-they would

they were to blast directly above Percival's position, it could easily

Wolf, can you

she had to aim to keep the rescue operation within

through with a chuckle. "If you're waiting for me outside, I can hold

to the mine's depth when he had not yet married

at the speaker, "Conserve your

"Mr. Wolf, don't speak

Vivienne bit her lower lip, feeling a surge of emotion as she replied firmly into

squad quickly set charges at

carve a passage, they must

this was a

explosives in an already unstable mine was akin to dancing with

creations, more compact and potent than traditional explosives,

was their precision. Carefully calculated placement allowed control

a handful could make a minimal impact, and other times, the same number could

all came down to

was anything but certain. "Vivienne,"

moniker Griffin had affectionately bestowed upon the

studied the intricately calculated layout, not a flicker of doubt in

a second meant risking Percival's life for another. Once her mind was made up,

his throat, but

all

that, Griffin pressed the

cloud of dust that soared skyward like fireworks before cascading

the dust finally settled, Leopold peered into the mouth

held

voice, "Vivienne, we've got a hole five feet

of relief

could have easily triggered a collapse, particularly in Weststart City, which was already scarred by extensive mining. The risk of a ground collapse was just

they could ensure the stability of the mine's

in hand, rallied the troops. "Follow

special squad

led another team to haul away

Griffin were already crunching numbers for

from a distance. His crow's feet crinkled in

he muttered to himself,

command vehicle, leaning on his cane, and dialed

Only with

a call from headquarters," one of the communication officers said, holding out Micah's relentlessly

at it and said, "Turn

"Yes, sir!"

Ellington family

from Vivienne or Thomas, the entire family was

happened to Percival, do you? We just received those threatening letters with knives, and now

expression was grim. "No, Percival must be tied up with his own

words, Flynn was

to debut as the Ellington family's heir

one that demanded Percival's presence. With

sofa, Richard broke the silence. "Flynn, you'll stand in as acting chairman. We must minimize the fallout and quell the speculation about Percival and Vivienne's

that's appropriate? Tomorrow's

"You'll do it. When Percival returns, he can handle the

"Richard, I'm

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