The Million-Dollar Heart

On the other side of town, nestled within a leafy suburb, Vivienne received a call from Rivenwood.

It was Griffin on the line.

"Vivienne, I've made another delivery of 'Morning Glory' to the Vanguard Agency just a few days ago. They've been dispatched already, but they went straight to HQ this time without going through Micah." Vivienne nodded in understanding. "How's the detector coming along?"

Griffin seemed to breathe a little easier. "The prototype's there, but we haven't been able to test it fully. After all, I've only managed to create a new type of bomb based on the model we have. We need to find the ones already planted by GTO to ensure it can actually detect them."

They had only found a model of the new bomb in Eastlake Bay. Though Griffin could replicate it, there was no certainty that it was identical to the ones GTO had developed.

Only an on-site test would prove that.

What they could test at the base was far from conclusive.

"Mmm," Vivienne murmured. "Having a prototype is better than nothing. Ideally, it should be a universal detector that can pick up your latest 'Morning Glory' creation."

"Don't worry, Vivienne, I've got this," Griffin reassured her, "The specifics of the 'Morning Glory' are already programmed into the detector model, and those tests have been successful."

Hearing Griffin's confidence, Vivienne felt a measure of relief. "Any other business at the base?"

Griffin picked up on her subtext, replying, "Nothing more. I've booked a flight, and we'll land in Sea City in three days."

"We?" Vivienne's interest was piqued.

Charlotte was busy with her studies and special training; she had no time to travel.

Griffin was not known for having many friends.

Yet, she was talking about coming to Sea City with "we"!

A bit embarrassed, Griffin's voice lowered on the other end. "It's that Husky. He wouldn't take no for an answer, claiming it was his boss' order to ensure the safety of the special agents. Spouted a whole list of reasons."

Vivienne chuckled, teasingly offering, "If you don't like him, you can always request someone else."

I... Vivienne, you're teasing me

not to push further. "Alright, I'll pick you guys up in three days.

"And Anna."

sighed

days." Vivienne smiled, ending the call

approached her,

rolled her eyes. "Did he check in with

touched his nose thoughtfully. "Not

glanced sidelong at him.

Thomas is short

Leopold, getting initiative," Vivienne

shop in Sea City and gathered the men of the Nine Mystics

a request with Frostfire Intelligence Agency, looking for the Specter Healer for

same message, Percival

hand, Vivienne's eyes glinted mischievously.

"You just chopped off her hand, and now you want to stitch it back on? Are you

lips. "Vivienne, as I recall,

twitched. "Of course I'm not! But who

she replied to Matthew, [Five hundred billion for the bone-setting, eight hundred billion for the

was indeed, above all,

smiled at Percival and scrolled through her phone

family, Theodore, speaking on behalf of Wendy. They invited her, as the head of the Boyd family, to join Percival at a yacht party scheduled in three days. The

The host was Patrick.

Vivienne's expression turned contemplative.

had just lost her hand and already wanted to attend a dinner

old and bold,

off her phone, Vivienne looked at Percival and asked, "Mr. Wolf, do you think

you keep looking at me

a path down Percival's shirt collar, murmuring provocatively, "Then why not use

the rocks, an endless cycle of ebb and flow