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.]

and Soren stood guard outside the deputy director's office, having dispatched all other

on duty, their expressions

the Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and

captains exchanged glances, then stepped away, joining Thomas to

the

his reading glasses and called out,

face stoic as he

glanced up

tone was even, betraying

deep voice carrying an undercurrent

chuckle. "You're getting bold, detaining

took a seat opposite Micah, his lips parting slightly.

ask away," Micah said,

crossed, fingers rhythmically

hand paused, eyes shrouded in steam betraying

under my mentor, and watched me rise through the ranks. Don't you trust me, boss?" Moved

held the same respect as they always had, despite his icy demeanor, which was not directed at Micah but at the real

he and Vivienne had suspected Micah. After all, Micah was Percival's direct superior, the one who

seemed to be acting deliberately and was always trying to communicate

changed Percival's view of

Percival was trapped in a mine. If Micah had hesitated

his coffee, and nodded with satisfaction. "Good,

to complete the mission, and caused trouble, among other things.

a file across to

was taken aback. "I've never

classified document the night before. It seemed unimportant, merely requiring

signature was transferred to approve the

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