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."

brass, he meant the

flicker of intrigue passed through

the cell where

isolated in a sterile, silver room. He was in a standard-issue gray jumpsuit, with black

his eyes slightly and gestured for the

"You've got it cushy compared to your

trembled, and the needle pricked his finger. Drops of blood fell, but he was too numb to react, his face finally showing a

voice resolute, "Gavin promised to look after Cormac. You think you can take someone

about, is that being exiled to a small mountain village, living with Gavin's most despised brother,

emotionless tone in Percival's voice halted Whitford's

he has a real brother. Whitford, you know the guards posted around your brother in that village

Vivienne's voice trailed off, he threw aside his

in both the Littleton and Schram families," Vivienne didn't come right out with it but began recounting what she'd learned, "You colluded with Harrison to steal

dilated, his knee-jerk reaction,

now, Whitford was unwilling

her head, her beautiful eyes

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

Soon after.

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 was now primarily in the hands of the Abernathy family. Where did Percival get this bottle from? Reading Vivienne's surprise, Percival handed her the vial, "Last night, I