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?"

awkward spot. He flashed a forced smile. "Perhaps

am?" Vivienne leaned back on the sofa, her features alight with

his eyes piercing into Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes, and the casual indifference vanished,

you were not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne said calmly,

her mother was with the Vanguard Agency, her only

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

mother's stories, Vivienne had never heard of

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

wanted to recruit her into the

Wishful thinking, indeed.

set down his wine glass and leaned forward. "I was not exactly close

a hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's interest to hear

so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live exercise not long after

did not leave room for the 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,

remembered her mother telling

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

purpose of sharing this story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that

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

someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over willingly. Now that's the best strategy." Karen had laughed warmly at that, her eyes filled with

in Lark's actions. I thought

finally understood. Your mother's actions were

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