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.

at headquarters, where all

place, eyes on

on the tablet, each representing the Nine Mystics Society's

and Carl, we'll take them down in one

Everyone echoed, "Understood!"

phone

taken by

brow knitted.

ER. According to Dracon, it was the health supplement Percival delivered that

coalesced into an

"Got it."

a dark expression. "Get ready. We're

was a sobbing mess outside

please save my father. Nothing can

Linklater, we're doing

the others rushed over.

he poisoned

Micah said, concerned. "But it seems

would believe Percival poisoning him more than him poisoning Yorick. Percival respected Yorick more than anyone in this world. It was absolutely impossible for him to

you suggesting? That I poisoned my father to frame Percival? I know you

we're investigating. No conclusions yet. If he's

wanting to escalate further, left it

settled down to wait outside the ER