The Million-Dollar Heart

The phone connected almost instantly.

Percival's voice cut through the line with a chill, "This is Deputy Director Percival of Rivenwood Vanguard Agency headquarters. My third squad leader, Leopold, is currently detained at a military prison and is set for trial tomorrow morning. I'm requesting a delay in the trial. Director Vance has unanswered questions. I repeat, postpone Leopold's trial. Director Vance has unanswered questions!"

Without waiting for a response, Percival sharply ended the call and whipped out his tablet to connect with the Sea City main office.

If Leopold was still on the docket for trial tomorrow, Percival would not hesitate to storm the military prison himself.

The message was sent to the public channel, clear for all of Vanguard Agency to see.

Outrage rippled through the ranks.

Leopold was merely carrying out orders from the higher-ups, and now they wanted to let him take the fall? That was not going to fly.

If this was how things were going to be, who would lay their life on the line for Vanguard Agency?

The collective anger forced the main office to reschedule Leopold's trial hastily and mute all agents on the public channel to prevent further uproar.

But the cat was out of the bag, and the situation was spiraling beyond control. Whether it was the main office or Vance himself, somebody had to give an explanation.

"Percival, is it worth risking your career over this?" Vance asked.

Percival's face remained stoic as he pocketed his tablet. "I've never cared about my career," he replied sharply.

He sank into a chair and pulled out his phone to text Vivienne, updating her on Leopold's predicament.

"I've got plenty of time, Vance.

up from the floor and took a seat on the couch. "Before I took this position, I was given a mission. My superiors wanted me to secure the bioweapon research from the Martinez family to let Vanguard Agency develop it. With your years here, you should know that one of the two factions within the agency is linked to the ancient warrior

core of the Vanguard Agency itself. While complementary, their roles differ. Now, we're looking to merge the ancient warrior lineage with Vanguard Agency's core. Does that clear

escaped Percival. "Since when did Vanguard Agency turn into

it's wrong, but orders are orders. We're just the executors. It's the top brass who decides." Percival adjusted his cufflink. "Which top brass? I want

powerless here." Percival narrowed his eyes. "Stealing Griffin's prototype bomb 'Morning Glory' that ended up on the market, and now this heist? You seem quite adept at these undertakings." Vance was stunned for a moment. "I admit I took 'Morning

Vance's reaction did not

ended up aboard

expression grew tense. "Clarify your statement. Which market exactly did 'Morning Glory' end up? Is there

executor, right?" Percival shot back, dismissively exiting the

the so-called top brass,

The Perez Mansion.

Vivienne had just arrived.

they noticed her. Maddox grinned, "Hey, niece, come judge for us. Loser takes out the trash tomorrow morning!" Jasper, who

pick up on the tension, Zelda scooped up Natalia, and Diana gently pulled Yasmine

back at

Maddox and Yuri's playful bout came

"Vivienne, what's the matter?"

my junior, Leopold. He's been accused of stealing bioweapon secrets from the Martinez family, and now he's locked up in Sea City's military prison. I could pull strings to get him out, but that's not the way he'd want this handled. That's why I'm here, to ask