The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 549

The conversation had taken a turn, and it was clear that light-hearted banter was off the table.

"Vance, let's cut to the chase." Vivienne bit into a strawberry, savoring the burst of sweet, succulent flavor.

Vance sipped his wine, his gaze shifting between Vivienne and Percival.

"Vivienne, what do you know about Percival here?" He asked, nodding subtly towards Percival.

Vivienne tilted her head, eyeing Percival from head to toe. "Inside out," she declared.

Percival nearly choked on his Chardonnay.

What on earth was she talking about?

Were they not here for a formal discussion?

Vance was clearly taken aback, not expecting such a forthright answer from Vivienne.

Nor had Vivienne expected to say it, but seeing Percival's stern and ascetic demeanor, she just could not help herself.

Not everyone could understand the world of someone who cared about looks like she did.

Vance regained his composure and chuckled. "Well then, you must be familiar with his work. I was wondering if you might be interested in joining him professionally?" Percival coughed, glancing at Vance.

Was he suggesting Vivienne join the Vanguard Agency?

Vivienne speared another strawberry with her fork, the juice coating her taste buds in satisfaction.

"Director Vance, are you sure you can afford to hire me?"

put Vance in an awkward spot. He flashed a forced smile.

leaned back on the sofa, her features alight with a

great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested in one thing." Vivienne did not respond, her

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes, and

and you were not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her tone

far as she knew, when her mother was with the Vanguard Agency, her only real

one to seek out friendships,

her mother's stories, Vivienne had never

had barely met in her childhood,

now Vance, invoking her mother's name, wanted to recruit her

Wishful thinking, indeed.

down his wine glass and leaned forward. "I was not exactly close with Lark. Quite the opposite,

hint of sincerity, piquing

the agency. She was stubborn, and so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live exercise

Lark would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately, Ashen Pigeon sided with her, and I backed down. Lark took a risk, got herself injured, but managed to get the hostage

mother telling her

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

of sharing this story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that no matter what, one should never compromise their principles to

getting injured wasn't a compromise. Karen replied that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's safety and the hostage's,

sure never to get hurt if I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over

cheek. "Back then, I was young and hot-headed. I didn't see the point in Lark's actions. I thought that if you can't guarantee your own life,

I finally understood.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255