The Million-Dollar Heart

Yorick was so incensed he felt like giving another kick, but age had taken its toll. Even slapping had drained him of his strength, so he slumped back onto the couch, panting.

"Don't play dumb with me, boy. It was one thing when you were just making a quick buck here and there, nothing serious. But now you've gone and meddled with Vanguard Agency's affairs! You've got some nerve! Do you have any idea why I introduced Gillian to Lark and Vivienne?"

Dracon stood up silently, his head bowed, avoiding Yorick's piercing gaze.

Yorick took a breath to calm himself. "I wanted Lark and Vivienne to keep tabs on her! A criminal, sneaking her way into Vanguard Agency, knowing all my likes and dislikes without ever having met me. Dracon. you think I'm senile, don't you?

You think you can just waltz Gillian into Vanguard Agency? I orchestrated that! I wanted her under Vanguard's control! But I underestimated you. You interfered with my liaison with Vanguard Agency and, using my name, sent Gillian back after her blunder. If Percival hadn't come to warn me, I'd still be in the dark! Do you have any idea the gravity of Gillian's crimes?"

Dracon furrowed his brow, still playing the tough guy. "Dad, since when do you take Percival's word as gospel?"

"If I didn't have proof, would I be confronting you now?" Yorick flung the dossier from the table at Dracon's face.

After Percival left the other day, Yorick silently began an investigation. When he found out it was indeed Dracon who had saved Gillian, it nearly triggered his heart condition.

He had thought his son merely dull, but this was pure folly!

Foolish to the bone!

"I'm telling you, Dracon, if you use my name again, you can pack your bags and leave! I can't believe the Linklater family could produce such a failure!"

Yorick, unable to hold back his words in his fury, spun around and stormed back to his room.

Dracon stood there, the scattered papers on the floor mirroring the throbbing pain on his face, a constant reminder of his humiliation.

Fine, he was the failure of the Linklater family. But let's see what this 'failure' could do.

The Nine Mystics Society.

where all

all transportation. Our people are in place, eyes on the target, ready

dots on the tablet, each

and Carl, we'll take them down

Everyone echoed, "Understood!"

phone rang.

Madam. Percival's been taken

knitted. "What

attack. He's still in the ER. According to Dracon, it was the health supplement Percival delivered that caused the

fury coalesced into

"Got it."

with a dark expression. "Get ready. We're breaking him

a sobbing mess

my father. Nothing can happen

assured, Mr. Linklater, we're

and the others rushed over. "What's going

tears. "Ask Percival why he poisoned my dad. Didn't you

responsible, we won't let him off," Micah said, concerned. "But it seems unlikely he could smuggle

believe Percival poisoning him more than him poisoning Yorick. Percival respected Yorick more

That I poisoned my father to frame Percival? I know you Vanguard folks are

those are serious accusations. Percival is in custody, and we're investigating. No conclusions

wanting to escalate

Micah exchanged looks and settled down to wait outside