The Million-Dollar Heart

Whitford's face twisted in agony as he crumbled to the floor of the cramped cell, his cries reverberating against the cold, grey walls.

Vivienne and Percival barely had time to register what had happened when the guards rushed in. They surveyed the bent iron bars with confusion etched on their faces. "Odd, the energy scan showed he wasn't this powerful. How'd he manage to warp reinforced steel like that?"

Vivienne's ears perked up. "Energy scan?"

You've got to be kidding me! How do you even measure such an intangible thing?

But the guards were dead serious. "The device was sent specifically from the top brass. Developed by some tech whiz, I don't get the science behind it, but the tech guy assured us Whitford wasn't a threat." Yet Whitford had just bent the bars. That meant either the device was a fake, or the technician in charge was a mole from the ancient warrior lineage, planted to monitor any prisoners of their kind! The couple realized this at the same moment.

Without hesitation, Vivienne pushed past the guards and strode into the cell. She fished out a pill from her pocket, pried Whitford's mouth open, and shoved it down his throat. Her movements were so smooth that Whitford had swallowed the pill before the guards could react.

One of them grabbed Vivienne's wrist. "What did you give him?!"

"Xiomara!"

"Vivienne!"

separating Vivienne from the guard named Xiomara. "We're from the NH Bureau, and during an investigation, we're authorized to use any means necessary on suspects. Let go of her!" "Xiomara, Percival's right," another imposing

as they landed on Vivienne. It wasn't until the male guard showed his impatience that she finally let go, "But you can't just shove anything down a

naivety or marvel at her simplicity. "Sweetheart, how old are you? Didn't your teacher tell you

only twenty and seemingly older than Vivienne, flushed in embarrassment and anger at

poison I fed your brother. I don't care what other plans your ancient warrior lineage has, but if you're not at the hearing the day after tomorrow, you and your brother will

are you?!" Whitford glared, his voice trembling as much as his

was relentless, amplified by whatever Vivienne had slipped into the pill. It kept him in a state of

her gaze cold

The room fell silent.

guards thought she was one

fierce woman was and why she was so

Vivienne was

by her audacity, not expecting such a delicate-looking woman to speak with such venom.

face turned from pale to purple to black as

he conceded. "Fine...

Vivienne mulled over their next move, and before she could ask, Percival knew what was on her mind. "Want to look

with gratitude as she nodded. "Mr.

to do it, you do it. I'm with you all the way. The ancient warrior lineage's roots run deep. Wouldn't be surprised

to Vance's words. "Maybe Vance could help. As the head of Public Relations and a former member of their ranks, he might have some insight into the Grimshaw family's influence." Vivienne, her chin resting on her hand, suddenly remembered the

text is bound

the pressing matter of Kaitlyn and the Grimshaw family, who were causing trouble even after