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.

exact position and surroundings. I need precise details," Vivienne demanded, staring at the satellite feed on her laptop,

There's some air left here, and I found a cave for cover, but I'm not sure

his location based

mine's entrance, which was hardly an ideal spot. The thinness of the

extent of the collapse between his location and the entrance was unknown-they would have to blast through bit by bit to reach him

directly above Percival's position, it could easily trigger a secondary collapse,

brow furrowed with concern. "Mr. Wolf, can you hold out

extraction, she had to aim to keep the rescue

a chuckle. "If you're waiting for me outside, I

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

the speaker, "Conserve your strength, Percival. We're coming to

tone was stern, "Mr. Wolf,

muffled by movement, then settling back into stillness, "Vivienne, I love you." Vivienne bit her lower lip, feeling a surge of emotion as she replied firmly into the headset, "Percival, I love

Vanguard Agency's special squad quickly set

they must blast through the debris blocking

this was a

an already unstable mine was akin to

potent than traditional explosives,

calculated placement allowed control over the blast

a deck of cards-sometimes, a handful could make a minimal impact, and other times,

down to how you

still in the early stages of development, untested in real-world conditions, and Griffin was anything but certain. "Vivienne," she cautioned,

was the moniker Griffin had affectionately bestowed upon the

flicker of doubt in her gaze.

for another. Once her

exchanged a glance with Leopold, whose heart was in his throat, but if

all

that, Griffin

kicking up a billowing cloud of dust that soared skyward like fireworks before

the dust finally settled, Leopold peered into

his comrades held their breath

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

wave of relief swept over the

easily triggered a collapse, particularly in Weststart City, which was

"Morning Glory," they could ensure the stability of the mine's interior and break through the blocked entrance, saving precious time

shovel in hand, rallied the troops. "Follow

Vanguard Agency's special squad began to clear the rubble at the

team to

were already crunching

a distance. His crow's feet crinkled in a mixture of concern

to himself, "your daughter is quite

the command vehicle, leaning on his cane, and dialed Rivenwood's headquarters to ensure the logistic

Only with

headquarters," one of the communication officers

and said,

"Yes, sir!"

Ellington family was in

no word from Vivienne or Thomas, the entire family was on

you? We just received those threatening letters with knives, and now we can't reach either of them. What are we

"No, Percival must be tied up

despite his reassuring words, Flynn was also anxious

to debut as the

With no idea of his whereabouts,

in as acting chairman. We must minimize the fallout and quell the speculation about

you sure that's

one," Richard cut in. "You'll do it.

"Richard, I'm

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