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, if

was training on the field, received a

on my way

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

off Soren. "Next

"Go get 'em, Anna!

wraps, taunted Leopold, "You're

grounds, she ran

at any moment, Gillian waved her over. "Where are you

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

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

worry more about those two big wolf dogs

"What

the sound of barking grew louder from behind,

two wolf dogs Percival had trained to chase after the agents,

the new recruits, but with

being chased across the training field as if she were

Gillian

on our training ground? In her

ran for her life, narrowly avoiding becoming lunch for

isn't anyone doing anything? Help!" she screamed while running, but no one paid her any heed. Everyone else stood aside, cheering and clapping as though watching a blockbuster

You'd win

a determined

Black are picking

and Black were the names of the

dove into a

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

twenty-some years, had never been

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