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?"

Vance in an awkward spot. He flashed a forced smile. "Perhaps the

who I am?" Vivienne leaned back on the sofa, her features

straightened up, his eyes piercing into Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to my upper

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

flashed in Vivienne's eyes, and the casual indifference

I believe, acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her tone laced with

knew, when her mother was with the Vanguard Agency, her only real ally had been

to seek out friendships, so

stories, Vivienne had never

Vivienne had barely met in her childhood, barely remembering

mother's name, wanted to recruit her

Wishful thinking, indeed.

glass and leaned forward. "I was

of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's

the moment she joined the agency. She was stubborn, and so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during

hostage to be extracted unharmed. I was ready to use a tranquilizer gun, but 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

her mother telling her this

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

this story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that

oneself was crucial, between one's safety and the hostage's,

rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over willingly. Now that's the best strategy." Karen

and hot-headed. I didn't see the point in

understood. Your mother's actions were what every operative should aspire

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