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.]

guard outside the

left on

Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and

then stepped away, joining

paused at the office door before

glasses

face stoic as

up briefly.

even, betraying no

Percival said, his deep voice

chuckle. "You're getting bold, detaining me

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

ask away," Micah said, leisurely sipping

leaned back, his long legs crossed, fingers rhythmically

in steam betraying a flicker

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

they always had, despite his icy demeanor, which was not directed at Micah but

was Percival's direct superior, the one who could most easily alter the outcome of

time, he realized that Micah seemed to be acting

changed Percival's view of

trapped in a mine. If Micah had hesitated

and nodded with satisfaction. "Good, the many times I took the blame for you

too big of a risk to complete the mission, and

a slight smile to crack his stern facade, sliding a file

was taken aback. "I've never

document the night

him, his signature was transferred to

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