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.

an eyebrow. "Alright, if you say

training on the field, received a

I'm on my

saw Anna heading out and called after her, "Where are you

Soren. "Next time, I'll

"Go get 'em, Anna! I'm

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

Anna left the training grounds, she

any moment, Gillian waved

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

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

two big wolf

"What big wolf

asked, the sound of barking grew louder from

to chase after the agents,

but with

Gillian being chased across the training field

kept an eye on Gillian but showed no

inside info on our training ground? In

becoming lunch for

her any heed. Everyone else stood aside, cheering

you're killing it! You'd win any endurance

of a determined woman-go,

Black and Black are

Black were the names of the

with no other option, Gillian dove into

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

her twenty-some years, had never been so insulted by

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