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.

front of her. With a ping, the scanner

this, will you? If it breaks, I can't report back, and War God will have my hide." Percival, his eyebrows

Bluetooth. The beauty of this advanced device was its

and it would

busy today, haven't

it really

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

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

Good heavens!

So many people!

stopped reading-it was

prompted by Vivienne, everyone else began

name stood out at the top, the word "scandal" in bold, drawing

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

a mix of excitement and dread and were bombarded with photos and videos of Ramona entering hotels with different men, emerging from

it seems she's had a steady stream

such a pure-looking flower was actually a

and disgusted

guess what the photos online

don't cross!" Her delicate hands

of her knuckles cracking didn't escape Vivienne and Percival,

remember, your file said your parents were just blue-collar workers. Not exactly the type to rub

If you blow our cover, we're both done for!" Jackson scanned the online content at lightning speed, stepping in to intercept Ramona before

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