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. "Perhaps the Vanguard

leaned back on the sofa, her features alight with

"Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested in one thing." Vivienne

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

a fierce glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes, and

were not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her tone laced with an

when her mother was with the Vanguard Agency,

loner, not one to seek out friendships, so the term 'friend' applied

her mother's stories, Vivienne had

mother's favorite protégé, Percival, was someone Vivienne had barely met in her childhood, barely remembering

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

Wishful thinking, indeed.

glass and leaned forward. "I was not exactly close

admission carried a hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's

was stubborn, and so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during

would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be harmed

remembered her mother telling her

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

Vivienne that no matter what, one should

between one's safety and

"I'd make sure never to get hurt if I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy

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, how can you protect the

I went undercover that I finally understood. Your

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