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

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

identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested in

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes, and the

believe, acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her tone

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

one to seek out friendships, so the term 'friend' applied

her mother's stories, Vivienne had never heard of anyone besides

Vivienne had barely met in her childhood,

wanted to

Wishful thinking, indeed.

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

a hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's interest to

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

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, 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.

story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that no

a compromise. Karen replied that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's safety and the hostage's, the hostage must come first-that was the creed of

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

I didn't see the point in Lark's actions. I thought

was not until I went undercover that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were what every operative

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