The Million-Dollar Heart

Lucas narrowed his eyes, a sign that he was contemplating the silence of Vivienne, who had been quiet up until this point. Despite her silence, he knew of her past accomplishments and didn't underestimate the young woman.

"What is it?" he prompted.

Vivienne cocked an eyebrow, her voice laced with skepticism. "With all the higher-up hotshots, why send us?"

This mission reeked of danger.

If the higher-ups couldn't find the evidence, what made Lucas think they could?

Dealing with a single GTO was tough enough, and they still hadn't figured out who was pulling Samantha's strings. She wasn't about to take on a suicide mission without good reason.

Caught off guard by her directness, Lucas hesitated. His gaze settled on Percival, whose deep-set eyes betrayed no intention of stifling Vivienne's challenge.

Two little foxes.

Lucas lowered his voice, "You two are rookies in the world of ancient warrior lineages, and this is a direct order from the top brass. You don't have the luxury of refusal."

A palpable sense of authority filled the study.

An average person would've crumbled under such pressure, but Vivienne remained composed.

"What if we don't comply? You think you can boss us around with orders? That might work on your own people, but I'm just a regular citizen, not part of your machine. Orders don't mean squat to me!" she retorted with a defiant lean in her chair.

"And besides, with all those ancient warrior lineages and their impressive skills and secret manuals, Mr. Wolf and I are just ordinary folks. This kind of gig? Not really our cup of tea."

Lucas was taken aback. He had only just learned of Vivienne's existence and knew nothing of her personality.

He had mistaken them for pliable kids, only to be surprised by Vivienne's resistance.

Lucas remarked, "You're one of us, Percival. The first rule of Vanguard

I resigned a while back. I'm just a plain citizen of

eyes

it weren't for his status, he

of Vanguard Agency's special ops.

my foot! The guards outside were more 'plain'

Behind the screen.

eyes narrowed. The thick fabric obscured his view, allowing him only glimpses

but recalling the Percival he had encountered

man his father had praised

woman, so young yet

the highest honor, and yet she had the gall to refuse. How could Richard Ellington have chosen

breaths helped the old man regain his composure. Remembering the orders from above, he said, "Fine, you two foxes. Rest assured,

systems during the investigation. With this badge, you can act first and ask questions later, provided there's

Percival shared

red-sealed document, skimmed

investigation, and you can recruit anyone you

nodded in approval and said, "Alright

followed suit, "I've got no

they were certain they had to confront the Abernathy family. With national resources backing them, it made their job much easier than going it

was no reason for them to linger. Lucas was eager for them to leave, having

Vivienne glanced back at the towering screen embroidered with a tiger descending

twitched, irked, "What are you looking

exchanged a look and

way back, Percival drove while glancing at Vivienne.