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

location based on the coordinates

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

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

it could

furrowed with concern. "Mr. Wolf, can you

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

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

the mine's depth when he had not yet married

himself, shouting at the speaker, "Conserve your strength, Percival. We're

"Mr. Wolf,

voice muffled by movement, then settling back into stillness, "Vivienne, I love you." Vivienne bit her lower lip,

Agency's special squad quickly set charges at

must blast through

was a

already unstable mine

potent than traditional explosives, resembling grenades

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

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

to how

Griffin was anything but certain. "Vivienne," she cautioned, "the 'Morning Glory' is still untested. This is

Griffin had affectionately bestowed

not a flicker of doubt in

Percival's life for another. Once her mind was made up, Vivienne would

heart was in his throat, but if Vivienne believed it was

nod, placing all his faith

Griffin

cloud of dust that soared skyward like fireworks before cascading

faces with their arms, and when the dust finally settled, Leopold peered into the mouth of the

his comrades held their breath in

a

wave of relief swept over

mine was a delicate matter. Using heavy machinery like excavators could have easily triggered a collapse, particularly in Weststart City, which was already scarred by extensive mining. The risk of a ground

stability of the mine's interior and break through the

in hand, rallied the troops.

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

to haul

already crunching numbers for the subsequent

from a distance. His crow's feet

muttered to himself, "your daughter is

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

of non-stop rescue operations would wear anybody out. Only with a solid supply chain could they keep

the communication officers said, holding

it and said,

"Yes, sir!"

family

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

letters with knives,

must be tied up with

reassuring words, Flynn was also anxious

was slated to debut as the Ellington family's heir the next day, facing shareholders

presence. With no idea

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

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

do it. When Percival returns, he can handle the rest. End

"Richard, I'm concerned Percival

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