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?"

He flashed a forced smile. "Perhaps the

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

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

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

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

acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her

with the Vanguard Agency, her only

was naturally a loner, not one to seek out friendships,

mother's stories, Vivienne had

mother's favorite protégé, Percival, was someone Vivienne had barely

mother's name, wanted to recruit her into the

Wishful thinking, indeed.

was not exactly close with Lark. Quite the opposite, we

of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's interest to hear

were rivals from the moment she joined the agency. She was stubborn, and so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live exercise not long after she joined. Lark, Ashen Pigeon, and I were assigned to the same squad, tasked with

ready to use a tranquilizer gun, but Lark would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be

her mother telling

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

that no matter what, one

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

I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy

his 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, how can you protect the people

went undercover that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were what every operative

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