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.]

outside the

left on duty, their expressions

uniform of the Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the

away, joining Thomas to ensure

paused at the office door before

glasses and called out, "Come

his face stoic as he faced

glanced up briefly. "You're

even, betraying no

said, his deep voice

"You're getting bold, detaining

Micah, his lips

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

leaned back, his long legs crossed, fingers rhythmically tapping on his

in steam betraying a flicker of

brought me into the Vanguard Agency, trained me under my mentor, and watched me rise through the ranks. Don't you trust me, boss?"

as they always had, despite his icy demeanor, which was not

Micah was Percival's direct superior, the one who could

acting deliberately and was always trying to communicate with his

Percival's

that fully convinced him and Vivienne of 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 saved so

down his coffee, and nodded with satisfaction. "Good, the many times I took the blame for

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

file across to Micah.

was taken aback. "I've

document the night before. It seemed unimportant, merely requiring

unbeknownst to him, his signature was transferred to approve the usage of "Morning

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