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 deputy director's office, having dispatched all other

only two captains left on duty, their expressions were far

uniform of the Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and waved at

joining Thomas

the office door before

his reading glasses and called

his face stoic as he faced Micah without a

up

even, betraying

said, his deep

"You're getting

his lips parting

with it then, ask away,"

legs crossed, fingers rhythmically

shrouded in steam betraying a flicker

under my mentor, and

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

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

Micah seemed to be acting deliberately and was always trying to communicate with his

Percival's

If Micah had hesitated even slightly or tried to obstruct the rescue, Percival would not have been

and nodded with satisfaction. "Good, the many times I took the blame for you weren't in

a risk to complete the mission, and caused

finally allowed a slight smile to crack his stern facade, sliding a file across to Micah. "The Morning Glory has been leaked. The

"I've never

a classified document the night

signature was transferred

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