The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 676

Vivienne's phone buzzed insistently, matching the urgency of Aaron's voice on the other end.

"Vivienne, Elite University's gone haywire. A bunch of thugs outta nowhere setting fires, wounding folks. It's chaos!"

"Everyone, stay frosty," Vivienne commanded, her voice steady as she addressed the trio on the line. "Keep an eye out if they're androids. If you spot them, don't hesitate to smash them to bits!" "Understood!"

Unison agreement crackled through the phone, quickly followed by the sounds of a scuffle.

The situation was swiftly brought under control.

The media was ablaze, both TV and online, with reports of rampaging robots. The incident was huge, engulfing the city as nearly every one got dragged into the fray.

Even Percival's and Vivienne's attempts to scrub the feeds were futile.

The concept of androids, which many had relegated to the stuff of movies, now confronted them in reality. To the average Joe, a robot was nothing more than a novelty to chuckle at. But now, lifelike androids roamed the streets, mistaken for flesh and blood, until Vivienne peeled back their synthetic skin to reveal the mechanics beneath.

Panic seized the Brooks Group, the Churchill Group, and the Pendleton Group. Even their employees were clueless about how the robots broke loose. Androids required pre-programmed instructions to function, yet these were fresh from the warehouse, never programmed for chaos.

Vivienne's exclusive chat group about bionics was in an uproar-Zachary Churchill: [Madam, what's the play? Folks are freaking out, saying robots will rule the world soon and we're headed for a machine age. We can't contain the online wildfire!]

William Pendleton: [Yeah, and Vanguard Agency wants a sit-down tomorrow. This meltdown smells fishy like it was all premeditated.]

Ronald Brooks: [I'm with you, Vivienne. This stinks of a setup!]

was a mask of ice as she

been under wraps, even from Vanguard Agency. It was her exclusive project,

it, Vivienne. What about

got someone else on Carl. You're the head honcho of Brooks

Ronald: [Understood. Thanks.]

instructing him to head straight to the sanatorium in M State and bring Carl and Huxley back. He was the closest, the logical choice for a swift

out as he entered, "we've traced

"and they're the first batch. Nothing on the security

grim-faced, knew the gravity. "Vivienne, could this be a setup to expose the androids? Feels like

her head. "It's

fell. They were her lieutenants, the project her brainchild. With the crisis unfolding, the buck stopped

his fists. "Madam, this is too suspicious. Let us handle

take the heat and disappear into some black site to

agreed. "Right. We'll stick to the story-it's got nothing

smiled wryly. "Even if you clam up, the Vanguard Agency will come knocking. They're not idiots. Sure, we're tight here in Rivenwood, but HQ will send someone. We owe them that courtesy." "But if all four of

on the chair's edge.

Agency, Vance

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