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.

moment of vulnerability, Leopold stepped in front of her. With a ping, the scanner displayed all

who's talking nonsense." Leopold glanced at 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

the scanner via Bluetooth. The beauty of this advanced device

the scanner, and

grew increasingly bizarre. "Ms. Grimshaw, you've been quite busy today, haven't you? The CEO

really that

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

saw a plethora of names, both familiar and not. She gasped,

Good heavens!

So many people!

stopped reading-it

prompted by Vivienne, everyone else began

top, the word

its own rules-the fewer

Ramona entering hotels with different men, emerging from dinner parties-the evidence was damning. "Holy smokes! Now I get why Ramona shot to fame so

it seems she's had a steady stream of

deceiving! Who knew such a

and disgusted glances landed on

her skin-painful and uncomfortable. She could guess what the photos

delicate hands clenched into fists, her voice squeezed through

escape Vivienne and Percival, whose

from what I remember, your file said your parents were just blue-collar

scanned the online content at lightning speed, stepping in to intercept

of ice-cold water dumped on Ramona's head, sobering her up