The Million-Dollar Heart

Leopold was buzzing with excitement.

The high-tech gadgets at Vanguard Agency weren't typically available for public use.

Guarded by a dedicated team, even the interrogation equipment was off-limits to field agents like him.

If it weren't for the recent crackdown by the War God within the agency, which had somewhat loosened the reins on such devices, he wouldn't have had a chance to borrow it.

Vivienne commanded, "Scan her."

With a tilt of her chin, she gestured toward Ramona. A playful smirk finally danced on her lips. "Ms. Grimshaw claims I shoved her. She should have my fingerprints on her, right? Take a look for me, will you?" "What are you doing to me?" Ramona's expression twisted in fear the moment she heard "fingerprint scanner."

Luckily, she was looking down, hiding her face from the crowd.

But as Leopold strode over to her, she could no longer maintain her composure. "Don't touch me! Please, someone, help! Keep them away from me!"

Vivienne smiled thinly. "What are you afraid of? That they'll find others' fingerprints on you but none of mine?"

Kala raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Vivienne, do you know something we don't?"

How else could Leopold just happen to bring the scanner today?

Vivienne didn't answer her immediately. Instead, she addressed everyone present. "Why not check your phones? Ms. Grimshaw has been seen with a different man every night for months-from entertainment moguls to hotshot directors, all guests behind her curtain."

"That's slander!" Ramona burst forth, tears streaking her face. “Ms. Hawthorne, you may dislike me, but you can't just toy with my reputation like this!"

She had been standing close to Jackson, which had prevented Leopold from making his move.

her moment of vulnerability, Leopold stepped in front of her.

the readout, then handed the device to Percival. "Percival, hold this, will you? If it breaks, I can't report back, and War God will have my hide." Percival, his eyebrows arching in amusement,

The beauty of this advanced

simple swipe with the scanner, and it would immediately search for

on Ramona grew increasingly bizarre. "Ms. Grimshaw, you've been quite busy today, haven't you? The CEO of Fun Entertainment Co., a well-known director-hey, even the owner

it really that

was this sophisticated. As she watched Ramona's complexion sour, she was

a plethora

Good heavens!

So many people!

wonder Leopold stopped reading-it was

Vivienne, everyone else began checking their

top, the word "scandal" in bold, drawing

own rules-the fewer

of Ramona entering hotels with different men, emerging from dinner parties-the evidence was damning. "Holy smokes! Now I

these shots... it seems she's had a steady stream of company these past few

such a pure-looking

and more disdainful and

piercing her skin-painful and uncomfortable. She could guess what the photos online looked like, but she

just don't cross!" Her delicate hands clenched into

escape Vivienne and Percival,

prove it. But, from what I remember, your file said your parents were just blue-collar workers. Not exactly the type to rub elbows with industry

lightning speed, stepping in to intercept Ramona before she could

like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on