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.

"Alright,

was training on

on

and called after her, "Where are you off to? We still have a

retorted without looking back, waving off Soren. "Next time, I'll make sure you're crying

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

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

training grounds, she

moment, Gillian waved her over. "Where are you

fearing Gillian might just melt into a puddle under the sun, said, "I'm on a mission. Since when do you

up, trying to assert some authority. "Isn't it my

worry more about those two big

"What big

of barking

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

easy on the new recruits, but with veterans like Leopold

across the training

kept an eye on Gillian but showed no

info on our training ground? In her

avoiding becoming lunch for the two

running, but no one paid her any heed. Everyone else stood aside, cheering and clapping as though watching

You'd win

power of a determined woman-go,

and Black are picking up

were the names of

with no other option, Gillian dove into a mud

they were, barked in disappointment at Gillian from the mud pit's edge,

years, had never been so insulted

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