The Million-Dollar Heart

Faye puckered her lips and scoffed dismissively. "It's just for convenience, you know. I've only met Carl a handful of times. It was his uncle Scott and my dad who arranged our marriage from the start. We were bound to be linked by marriage sooner or later, so we figured we might as well choose someone we knew. That was the deal between us. Besides, Carl had a thing for Calista and almost called off our engagement. It was only his brother Ronald who stepped in and stopped him."

Charlotte, always keen for some juicy gossip, prodded further. "How do you know it was Ronald who stopped him, not Carl himself wanting to stay engaged?"

"Are you kidding? He was head over heels for Calista at the time. There's no way he wanted to stay engaged. He told me himself that Ronald convinced him to stick it out for the sake of the Brooks family, suggesting that eventually, he'd break off the engagement with me."

"Pfft, I never realized Ronald was such a smooth talker. Now that his brother's in a coma, I don't see him pushing to call off the engagement. When exactly was he planning to do that?"

Just outside the door, Zachary happened to pass by and overheard Faye's conversation, his expression growing even more somber.

He didn't knock but instead went to find Vivienne.

"Madam, the warehouse has been unsealed, but they still took two robots from each of our warehouses for sampling and investigation," he reported.

Vivienne was already aware of the situation. "Let them take their samples. I suspect that's their real objective anyway."

"But, Madam," Zachary continued, "while questioning the agents, I managed to get a look at the serial numbers of the malfunctioning robots. They were all defective models that should have been destroyed long ago. There's definitely a mole inside our organization. I suspect..."

"Just focus on what you're doing; I'm on top of it," Vivienne cut in.

Reassured, Zachary agreed. "Alright, I'll follow your lead. And about Carl - do you need my help? I have some influence in M State; maybe I could find him."

"No need. Someone's already on it."

as she dismissed the

Rivenwood, Dracon sat staring out the window. This was Linklater territory, where no one dared to intrude; not even Vivienne or

F-Poison too scared to show up on

a decanter, saying, "A

to play. Which number are you in her

am not yet married," the man responded, maintaining a

felt an inexplicable chill, an ominous pressure that unsettled him. Straightening up, he demanded, "Out with it. What do you

more than to rescue Ms. Diana from

Diana? Where is she? Is she alright? Has Vivienne been troubling her?" The man casually cut into his steak as if slicing through

man's wrist. "I'm talking to you. Are you

driving the steak knife

heard him say, "Mr. Linklater, we have a partnership. GTO is not at

hard and asked

with a napkin. "There's a little issue with Percival lately. If you could... take care of him for us, then I could share Diana's whereabouts. What do you say?" Dracon frowned. "If Percival was so easy to deal with, would

Vanguard Agency. Dealing with Percival should be simple for you. Here's a

intently as the man continued, "Percival recently visited Yorick, remember? He even brought some

leave, Dracon

Yorick