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.

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

If it breaks, I can't report back, and War God will have

beauty of this advanced device was its ability to save time searching and matching

simple swipe with the scanner, and it would

Leopold browsed the data, his gaze on Ramona grew increasingly bizarre. "Ms. Grimshaw, you've been quite busy today, haven't you? The

it really

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

resist, she peered at the screen and saw a plethora of names, both familiar and not.

Good heavens!

So many people!

Leopold stopped

by Vivienne, everyone else began

the word "scandal" in bold, drawing every

industry had its own rules-the fewer words, the bigger the

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

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

be deceiving! Who knew such a

disdainful and

photos online looked like,

don't cross!" Her delicate hands clenched into fists, her voice

knuckles cracking didn't escape Vivienne and Percival, whose

"If you haven't done anything, prove it. But, from what I remember, your file said your parents were just blue-collar

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

were like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on Ramona's head, sobering her up