The Million-Dollar Heart

Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.

On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.

The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.

Fury blazed in Vivienne's eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.

Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.

"Vivienne, let us handle this. It's a Vanguard Agency matter," Vance urged.

"Yeah, you head back. We didn't see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let's investigate this properly," Micah added.

Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn't very well take harsh measures. Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood Vanguard Agency, they couldn't act rashly.

But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency. Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and Vance's arms were dislocated.

The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.

Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.

"See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn't."

The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.

At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage, portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.

In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.

footage would uncover her act. In the heat of

hadn't given

go through the secretarial department. Even if it captured her, there were ways to

with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door

her neck seized, and the next second,

face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals stuck to her

in pain,

up, she met Vivienne's furiously enraged

and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself against

what are

hell do you think

a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall

a tall planter nearby and

was so heavy it took two special agents to carry

her, Gillian scrambled away with all the

planter hit her

lost your mind?

her knuckles, the sound echoing through

you would be

she lunged forward,

sound of slaps echoed through the secretarial department like a hailstorm. Everyone was silent, petrified by the noise that reverberated throughout the agency. Vivienne rarely resorted to such brute

had put hundreds at risk. Leopold, Anna, Astrid, and Soren were still in the ICU because

did was as good as a death

barely speak, feeling her cheeks swell. Her eyes were squinted to slits by the swelling, blurring her