The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 497

Vivienne snapped the file shut and tossed it aside with a flick of her wrist, her face a mask of composure that belied the storm brewing within.

Thomas maneuvered the car with practiced ease while Anna glanced back uneasily and asked, "Ms. Vivienne, what do you make of the information in that file?"

A chill flickered in Vivienne's eyes. "What do you think?"

Anna was taken aback, suddenly feeling like she had touched a nerve.

Percival wrapped an arm around Vivienne, his touch as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. "Easy, no need to get all worked up."

Vivienne remained silent, her gaze lowered, thoughts hidden behind a veil of introspection.

The reach of GTO had become far too invasive.

And the real mole had burrowed so deep that they were untouchable.

This person was not just a threat to the safety of the average Joe; they were toying with national security.

An unsettling intuition gripped Vivienne; her mother's death might not be solely tied to GTO's head honcho. Perhaps the final blow, the ultimate betrayal, was orchestrated by the Vanguard Agency itself.

As she remained lost in thought, Percival's voice, honeyed with affection, broke through, "How about I take you out for a grand feast?"

Her train of thought was derailed by his suggestion, and Vivienne considered his offer seriously before agreeing. "Alright, let's go." After dinner, Percival dropped Vivienne off at her place.

He watched her enter her home before sliding back into the car. "Head to HQ," he instructed Thomas.

Thomas did not question it; it was time to return to headquarters to sort things out.

Back in her room, Vivienne checked her phone and saw a cryptic text from an unknown sender. [It's not him.]

the

two captains left on duty,

Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and waved

joining Thomas to ensure

at the office door

his reading glasses and called out,

face stoic as he faced Micah without a

glanced up

even,

waiting," Percival said, his deep voice carrying an undercurrent of

chuckle. "You're getting

seat opposite Micah, his lips parting slightly. "It's more like protective

with it then, ask away," Micah said, leisurely sipping his

fingers rhythmically

hand paused, eyes shrouded in steam betraying a flicker

my mentor, and watched me rise through the ranks. Don't you trust me,

his icy demeanor, which was not directed at Micah

suspected Micah. After all, Micah was Percival's direct superior, the one who could most easily alter

seemed to be acting deliberately and

Percival's view

Micah's loyalty was when Percival was trapped in a mine. If Micah had hesitated even slightly or tried to obstruct the rescue, Percival would not have been

his coffee, and nodded with satisfaction. "Good, the many times

too big of a risk to complete the mission, and caused trouble, among other things. The only punishment he ever gave Percival was to ask

a slight smile to crack his stern facade, sliding a file across to Micah. "The Morning Glory

aback. "I've never signed this

night before. It seemed unimportant, merely requiring his

his signature was transferred to approve the usage of

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