The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne and Percival's paperwork went through without a hitch. After a quick lunch, they wrapped up all the formalities within half an hour and collected the various IDs and permits issued by the authorities. The newlyweds' first stop was to drive to the HK Penitentiary.

After some restructuring by the Vanguard Agency, several convicts had been transferred from their previous underground cells to these more secure facilities.

Now, they were housed alongside traitors to the state and suspects involved in particularly heinous crimes.

The security was so tight, a fly couldn't buzz through the air without being zapped by one of the hidden laser guns in the corners.

It was Vivienne's first visit to this prison, and she discreetly looked around, the green light strips on the floor giving her the sensation of walking through the corridors of a high-tech spaceship from a sci-fi blockbuster.

"Are we going to send the criminals we catch to this place from now on?" Vivienne suddenly asked, turning to look at Percival.

The man nodded without hesitation, "The number of turncoats within the Vanguard Agency has the higher-ups on edge. From now on, all prisoners captured by any special division will be detained here. Without a pass from the top brass, no one is allowed to transfer them out."

top brass, he meant the leader who oversaw all

intrigue

to the cell where Whitford Abernathy

a sterile, silver room. He was in a standard-issue gray jumpsuit, with black electronic shackles on his wrists. He barely glanced up at

narrowed his eyes slightly and gestured for the guards

"You've got it cushy compared to your

his face finally showing a hint of emotion, "You've seen Cormac?" Vivienne nodded as

Whitford retorted sharply. He reached for a piece of tissue to dab at the blood, his voice resolute, "Gavin promised to look after Cormac. You think you can take someone from the head of the

you're talking about, is that being exiled

in Percival's voice halted Whitford's

and he's been calling Emrys 'Dad.' I bet he doesn't even remember he has a real brother. Whitford, you know the guards posted around your brother in that village can't even hold

else he cared about, his brother was his soft spot. As Vivienne's voice trailed off, he threw aside his work and grabbed the bars, "What

with Harrison to steal

his knee-jerk reaction, "Impossible,

was unwilling to betray

her head, her beautiful eyes

her gaze effortlessly and smiled faintly, affectionately ruffling her hair. He pulled out a walkie-talkie from his

Soon after.

had always favored for her most satisfactory concoctions. The feigned death serum was one of those. However, she remembered her mentor saying that the initial batch of serum had been sold off and was now primarily in the hands of the Abernathy family. Where did Percival get this bottle from? Reading Vivienne's surprise, Percival