The Million-Dollar Heart

The chill in the air took everyone by surprise over the next few days.

Vivienne, thanks to her pregnancy, found herself succumbing to sleep more than ever, spending the majority of her day either eating or curled up in bed.

Percival, worried about leaving her alone, stayed by her side constantly.

One afternoon, while Vivienne was deep in slumber, her phone on the bedside table began to vibrate.

Seeing the caller ID, Percival picked it up and stepped outside to answer.

"Boss!" came Draven's voice through the phone.

"It's me," Percival replied with a stern voice. "Vivienne's asleep. What's the matter?"

Draven paused briefly, then quickly said, "Percival, Declan's made another move. But these symbols, only you can decipher them. We think he's trying to send a message out." Percival frowned. "Did the surveillance catch anything unusual?"

Draven's response was firm. "Nothing at all."

Percival's gaze darkened slightly. "Keep an eye on him. Report back with any suspicions. I'll inform Vivienne."

When Vivienne woke up, she turned to see Percival sitting by her side, which warmed her heart. "Mr. Wolf, what time is it?"

Percival looked at her, closing his laptop gently. "You're awake. It's seven in the evening."

Vivienne rubbed her temples. "Why do I feel like I can sleep forever?"

Percival took her hand and massaged her temples gently. "Hungry? I'll whip up something you love."

nodded. Her morning sickness had been particularly bad before she fell asleep, leaving

the phone. "Draven called. There's been some activity on Declan's end. I've forwarded the details to

Vivienne sat up

was already two hours old, containing a surveillance video. She watched it, noting the addition of several cryptic gestures she hadn't seen before. These

of food just as Vivienne was puzzling

head. "Some of these gestures are coded.

guessing her thoughts, handed her a bowl of soup and said, "I'll have Thomas stick close to

Leopold?" she asked, taking a sip

him running errands for the Martinez family. He'll be

by their mentor. She couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement and sympathy for Leopold, who was unaware that these gestures of goodwill were merely offhand remarks by their mentor. The

Thomas," she suggested to

works. Anna, being a woman, might be more attentive to your needs right

even left the

approached and

nodded slightly. "Are you

fine now," Anna responded, opening the car door for

has unearthed the

an eyebrow, puzzled by the

ended the call and instructed Anna, "Turn around.

a perfect U-turn and sped off in the opposite

estate nearly simultaneously with another car. Matthew, who had

and then turned to see

Wolf, where's

hands empty, met her gaze, sparking a silent question

car

voice boomed from beside the vehicle, "Over

clutching a roll of blueprints, jogged over from the driver's