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."

the top brass, he meant the leader

of intrigue

led to the cell where Whitford Abernathy

syndicate, he was now isolated in a sterile, silver room. He was in a standard-issue gray jumpsuit,

slightly and gestured for the

stool by the observation window, "You've got it cushy compared to your brother, Cormac. He spent over a decade doing

to react, his face finally showing a hint of emotion, "You've

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 Abernathy family? Such big

about, is that being exiled to a small

Percival's voice halted

doesn't even remember he has a real brother. Whitford, you know the guards

was his soft spot. As Vivienne's

didn't come right out with it but began recounting what she'd learned, "You colluded with Harrison to steal the Littleton family's pharmaceutical formulas, and conspired with Emrys to bring ruin to

his knee-jerk reaction, "Impossible, don't

was unwilling to

her beautiful eyes

ruffling her hair. He pulled out a walkie-talkie from his sleeve, his voice cool

Soon after.

vial, and upon closer inspection, one could see the simple yet elegant patterns on it, suggesting it was custom-made. But Vivienne recognized it at a glance; it was the kind of bottle her mother 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