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 leader who oversaw

flicker of intrigue passed

the cell where Whitford Abernathy

he was now isolated in a sterile, silver room. He was in a standard-issue gray jumpsuit, with black electronic shackles on his wrists. He barely glanced up at their arrival before turning

his eyes slightly and gestured for the

compared to your brother, Cormac. He spent

his face finally showing a hint of emotion, "You've seen Cormac?" Vivienne nodded as if it were the most

for a piece of tissue to dab at the blood, his voice resolute, "Gavin promised to look after Cormac. You think you

down beside Vivienne, "The 'care' you're talking about, is that being exiled to a

in Percival's voice halted Whitford's

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 their own against the least competent of my subordinates,

one else he cared about, his brother was his soft spot. As Vivienne's voice trailed off, he threw

steal the Littleton family's pharmaceutical formulas, and conspired with Emrys to bring ruin to the Littleton family. I want you to testify in court, to prove Harrison's crimes and

reaction,

now, Whitford was unwilling to

tilted her head, her

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

Soon after.

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