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

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

scanner via Bluetooth. The beauty of this advanced device was its ability

swipe with the scanner, and it would immediately

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

really that

had some nifty gear but had no idea it was this sophisticated. As

a plethora

Good heavens!

So many people!

wonder Leopold stopped reading-it

everyone else began checking

at the top, the word

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

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

seems she's had a steady

deceiving! Who knew such a pure-looking flower was

and more disdainful and disgusted glances

was like needles piercing her skin-painful and uncomfortable. She could guess what the photos online looked like, but she hadn't done any

don't cross!" Her delicate hands clenched into

escape Vivienne and

a bit weary, leaned on Percival. "If you haven't done anything, prove it. But, from what I remember, your

speed, stepping in to intercept Ramona before she could react. They hadn't infiltrated this circle just to stir up trouble

bucket of ice-cold water dumped on Ramona's head,