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.

stepped in front of her. With a

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

beauty of this advanced device was its ability to save

the scanner, and it would immediately search

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

really

some nifty gear but had no idea it was this sophisticated. As she watched Ramona's complexion sour, she was certain Leopold was

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

Good heavens!

So many people!

stopped

Vivienne, everyone else

the top, the word "scandal" in bold,

had its own rules-the

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

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

be deceiving! Who knew such a pure-looking flower was actually a

and disgusted

She could guess what the photos online looked like, but she hadn't done

don't cross!" Her delicate

knuckles cracking didn't escape Vivienne and Percival, whose eyes

leaned on Percival. "If you haven't done anything, 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 giants

it together. If you blow our cover, we're both done for!" Jackson scanned the online content at lightning speed, stepping in to intercept Ramona before she could react. They hadn't infiltrated this circle just to stir

bucket of ice-cold water dumped on Ramona's