The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 642

Gillian gripped her hands tightly, frustration and disbelief etching her features.

There was no way Leopold could have mistaken her. In the entire Vanguard Agency, she was the only one with curly, untamed hair. How could anyone mix that up? "Second squad, what's the holdup? Move out now, or it's a ten-kilometer march with full gear!" barked Thomas.

Leopold hopped onto the truck, smacking the canvas cover. "Let's roll out, folks. If we lose to that smug jerk Hotshot today, I swear you'll wish you were never born!" Powerless, Gillian watched as the truck rumbled away from her. She turned to hop into Thomas's vehicle, only to see him already seated and starting the engine. "Thomas, wait for me!" she yelled, but Thomas drove off as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Vehicles had strict protocols at Vanguard Agency; you couldn't just take one without prior approval. With her own car off-limits within the training grounds, Gillian had no choice but to chase after them on foot. Upstairs, Micah sipped his coffee, watching the scene unfold with a sly grin curling his lips.

That kid Thomas was definitely taking a page out of Percival's book.

On the phone, Micah relayed Thomas's antics to Percival.

Percival chuckled. "Let them be."

"But Percival, keep an eye out for Gillian. She's backed by Yorick. She's no simpleton," Micah warned.

"Don't worry. She's not going to stir up any real trouble."

Hearing Percival's confident tone, Micah scoffed. "What did your mentor say?"

After a few seconds of silence, Percival replied, "How come, after all these years, you still depend on my mentor? Don't you have a mind of your own?"

"Percival! You..."

The call ended with a dial tone, and Micah slammed the phone down in irritation.

"That little rascal!"

Percival nonchalantly scratched his nose and tossed the phone aside.

Vivienne glanced at him. "Aren't you worried your boss might not let this slide?"

"What's there to worry about? We've got Vance, don't we?" he said casually.

eyebrow. "Alright, if

on the field,

on

gear, saw Anna heading out and called after her, "Where are you off to? We still have a sparring

retorted without looking back, waving off Soren. "Next time,

heartily. "Go get 'em, Anna! I'm rooting

finishing his wrist wraps, taunted Leopold,

the training grounds,

collapse at any moment, Gillian waved her

under the sun, said,

it my job to look after every

more about those two big wolf dogs chasing you than micromanaging

froze. "What

of barking grew louder from

chase after the agents, smart enough to adjust their ferocity

on the new recruits, but with veterans like Leopold and Thomas,

across the training field as if she were fresh

kept an eye on Gillian but showed no sign of

our training ground? In her dreams!" He

becoming lunch for the

while running, but no one paid her

killing it! You'd win any endurance

a determined woman-go,

faster, Mr. Black and Black are picking

the

other option, Gillian dove into a mud pit to

wolves, being the clean freaks they were, barked in disappointment at

had never been

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