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.

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

and I found a cave

location based on the coordinates he

about 0.6 miles from the mine's entrance, which was

the collapse between his location and the entrance was unknown-they would have to blast through bit

above Percival's position, it

concern. "Mr. Wolf, can you hold

ensure a safe extraction, she had to aim

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

the mine's depth when he had

could hardly contain himself, shouting at the speaker, "Conserve your strength,

was stern, "Mr. Wolf, don't speak unless

"Vivienne, I love you." Vivienne bit her lower

Agency's special squad quickly set

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, resembling grenades but packing a punch far beyond the

them apart was their precision. Carefully calculated placement allowed control over the blast radius, which was

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

all came down to how you

conditions, and Griffin was anything

had affectionately bestowed

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

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

his throat, but if Vivienne believed it was possible, that was enough for

firm nod, placing all his faith in the

that, Griffin pressed

a billowing cloud of dust that soared skyward like fireworks before cascading down like a hail

finally settled, Leopold peered

his comrades held their breath in

Leopold's triumphant voice, "Vivienne, we've got a hole five feet wide and thirty

of relief

a collapse, particularly

Glory," they could ensure the stability of the mine's interior and break

hand, rallied the troops. "Follow

their entrenching tools, the Vanguard Agency's special squad began to

team to haul away

already crunching numbers for the subsequent

watched from a distance. His crow's feet crinkled

to himself, "your daughter is quite

way to the command vehicle, leaning on his cane, and dialed Rivenwood's

operations would wear anybody out. Only with

one of the

glanced at it and said,

"Yes, sir!"

the Ellington family was

no word from Vivienne or Thomas, the entire family

something's happened to Percival, do you? We just received those threatening letters with knives,

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

despite his reassuring words,

to debut as the Ellington family's heir the

that demanded Percival's presence. With no idea of his whereabouts, what were they

the silence. "Flynn, you'll stand in as acting chairman. We must minimize the fallout and quell the speculation

hesitation. "Dad, are you sure that's appropriate?

Richard cut in. "You'll do it. When Percival returns, he

at Richard. "Richard, I'm

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