The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne stepped out of the cabin, the last of the party-goers having trickled away into the night. The ocean breeze wrapped around her, a welcome silence after the evening's festivities. Before long, the thrumming of helicopter blades sliced through the calm. Percival leaned halfway out of the chopper, his hand outstretched, grinning, "Vivienne, time to head home." Back at the villa, it was not long before Thomas and Griffin returned from their outings.

Leopold's gaze was fixed on Thomas like a hawk on its prey. "I sent you to call the cops. How'd you end up bringing Griffin back with you?"

Thomas nonchalantly twisted open a bottle of soda, "Just gave her a lift on the way back. What's the big deal?"

"What way back? Don't act like you know Sea City better just because you've been here a few days longer. I lived here as a kid and even once stayed with the Martinez family. You were nowhere near on the way!"

Leopold's eyes narrowed, his tone sharp, demanding to know why Thomas returned with Griffin.

Thomas was itching to throw a punch. Why did lovebirds have to be so annoying?

On the other hand, Griffin was too absorbed in her work to engage with such trivialities. She could have a dozen Leopolds buzzing around her and not bat an eye. "Vivienne, I found it. It's from my latest batch of 'Morning Glory'. Only I have access to these bombs, each with a serial number. This one is from the new batch."

After securing the disassembled 'Morning Glory' from the yacht, Griffin had discreetly disembarked to investigate at the Martinez family's weapons research facility in Sea City.

The tests and serial number comparison confirmed it was indeed a 'Morning Glory' recently shipped to the Vanguard Agency headquarters.

Vivienne had her suspicions, but the brazenness of the traitor within - to use a bomb just delivered to the Vanguard Agency - was shocking. Were they so unafraid of exposure, or did Micah and Percival's control over the Rivenwood Vanguard Agency hit a nerve?

"Who authorized to receive these bombs?" Percival inquired.

Griffin pressed her lips together. "Vance Edwards, the second in command at the Sea City Vanguard Agency."

The name was not unfamiliar to Vivienne or Percival.

Vance, the deputy head of the Sea City Vanguard Agency, had been transferred from Rivenwood eight years prior. He remained elusive, always out on missions, until he secretly returned to Sea City to take the reins earlier this year.

The operation in the West District was under Vance's command as the chief of Sea City.

he had an

Brooks, and the patriarch of the Edwards family, known for his extensive

be part of the Vanguard

several levels above Micah, and Percival did not have

name in the

superior's signature, I would not even know the name Vance. But I've heard rumors about him and Micah

had heard such

to move up, but at the time, we

to climb the ranks, with the headquarters being the most strategic move. Otherwise, he would be confined to Rivenwood's limitations.

and staying under the radar for years, Vance reemerged as a commissioner, a testament to his impressive

detail of Vance's

number of 'Morning Glory' bombs from Griffin, and it was uncertain

there was today's incident with the new type

the new bomb onboard-a testament to the enemy's meticulous planning. "Griffin, here's the new bomb we secured from the scene. Take a look," Vivienne said, handing over the

struggle to understand the stolen tech had been a thorn in her side. Now, with the bomb in hand and

her

with the shipment before it

the couch with a sigh. "No, everything arrived on time. The ship's ID

of potato chips. "Looks like Patrick's been hung out to dry." Percival snagged a chip from Vivienne's hand with his mouth. "Not necessarily. Could be a

thought for

around her waist. "Nothing

resting her chin against his chest, her eyes

up Vivienne and carried her