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

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

his location based on

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

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

above Percival's position, it could easily

"Mr. Wolf, can you

a safe extraction, she had to aim to keep the rescue operation within a two-day

waiting for me outside, I can hold out for twenty

the mine's depth when he had not yet

"Conserve your strength, Percival. We're

stern, "Mr. Wolf, don't speak unless it's

I love you." Vivienne bit her lower lip, feeling a surge of

quickly set charges at the mine

they must blast through the debris blocking

was

mine was akin to

creations, more compact and potent than traditional explosives, resembling grenades but packing

Carefully calculated placement allowed control over

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

to how you

in the early stages of development, untested in real-world conditions, and Griffin was anything

was the moniker Griffin had affectionately bestowed

intricately calculated layout, not a flicker of doubt in

for a second meant risking Percival's life for another. Once

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

all

that, Griffin

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

with their arms, and when the dust finally settled,

held their

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

of relief swept over

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

could ensure the stability of the mine's interior and break through the blocked entrance, saving

rallied the troops.

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

to haul

Griffin were already crunching numbers

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

to himself, "your daughter is quite

leaning on his cane, and dialed Rivenwood's headquarters to ensure

Only with a solid

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

glanced at it and

"Yes, sir!"

family

word from Vivienne or Thomas, the

something's happened to Percival, do you? We just received those threatening letters with knives, and now we can't reach either of them. What are we going to do?" Imogen said, visibly

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

his reassuring words,

debut as the Ellington family's heir the next day, facing shareholders and

that demanded Percival's presence. With

the sofa, Richard broke the silence. "Flynn, you'll stand in as acting chairman. We must minimize the fallout and

are you sure that's appropriate? Tomorrow's announcement is crucial. If

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

I'm concerned

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