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.

arched an eyebrow. "Alright,

Anna, who was training on the field,

on my way

fresh in new gear, saw Anna heading out and called after her, "Where are you off to?

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

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

his wrist wraps, taunted Leopold, "You're the one who'll be

training grounds, she

she might collapse at any moment, Gillian waved her over. "Where are you going? Why aren't you

into a puddle under the sun, said, "I'm on a mission. Since when do you oversee our daily

up, trying to assert some authority. "Isn't it my job to look after every member's daily

"Maybe worry more about those two

"What big

of barking grew louder from behind, heading straight

trained to chase after the agents, smart enough to adjust their ferocity

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

being chased across the

kept an eye on Gillian but showed no sign of

info on our training

for her life, narrowly avoiding becoming lunch for the two

paid her any heed. Everyone else stood aside, cheering and clapping as though watching a

it! You'd

power of a determined woman-go,

faster, Mr. Black and Black are picking up the

Black were the names

other option, Gillian dove into a mud pit

in disappointment at Gillian from the mud

her twenty-some years, had

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