The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 671

Listening to the man's words, F-Poison was quite pleased. She straightened up and, with a slender finger, gave a gentle pat on the man's shoulder.

"You're destined for great things," she said with a wink. "Let's ditch the self-doubt, okay? I've got a good feeling about you."

The man nodded slightly, his face an unreadable mask. "Understood," he replied quietly.

Seemingly content, F-Poison patted his cheek and, stifling a yawn, wandered back to her room to rest.

The man stood still for a moment, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. His pocket vibrated with the buzz of his personal cellphone, ringing with a call from abroad.

"Yeah? What? Alright, got it."

After ending the call with icy indifference, he turned and walked away.

Gillian made her way to the Linklater estate; her previous visit and good rapport with Dracon ensured the guards let her pass without issue.

After a thorough check, she was finally inside the Linklater Mansion. To her surprise, as soon as she entered, she saw Percival sitting in the living room, deeply engrossed in conversation with Yorick. Gillian paused, not expecting to see him there.

Percival seemed to not even notice her, continuing his chat with Yorick.

Only Dracon came forward to greet her, and they headed to the back garden.

"How could you be so careless to have Vance oust you? Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get you in there?" Dracon scolded as soon as they were alone.

If Yorick hadn't been under the weather these past few days, he would've been at Gillian's doorstep to give her a piece of his mind for bungling such a simple task.

Gillian felt wronged.

Who would've thought an armored vehicle transporting a felon could get hijacked? The Vanguard Agency was massive, yet the perpetrator had vanished without a trace. Even the higher-ups couldn't protect Gillian now.

was left waiting for

finding shelter was urgent, or she

don't help me, I'm at a loss!" Gillian clasped Dracon's wrist, her

save Diana. Help me this once, and

for you. Whether it works

is it?" Gillian's eyes

toward the living room, where Percival was still engaged in his

"What do you mean?"

deep. Captains in the agency, like Thomas and Micah, are his people. If you want back in, his word is the only one

bit her lip. How

history was fraught with more animosity than a star-crossed feud. It was

to think outside the box. Good luck."

the spray bottle

Yorick. "I should be going then. Take care of yourself, and when Vivienne's free, we'll visit. Oh, and

me."

his smile knowing. "Will

the unspoken message and

Gillian waiting at the

Gillian asked, clutching her purse and gazing at Percival

her from head to toe, an icy edge

I'm in a

a scoffing laugh, Percival unlocked his

easily he agreed. She had thought she would need to beg

same - a little flutter of the eyelashes, and

the passenger seat, the spray

for

eyebrow and smiled.

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