The Million-Dollar Heart

Halfway through dinner, Daphne took the initiative, lifting her wine glass in a toast to Vivienne. "Viv, this one's for you, on behalf of my precious Emily. If it hadn't been for you taking her away from that godforsaken place of Havenwood and mentoring her, I can't begin to

imagine what could have become of her."

"Now, seeing her thriving by your side, I reckon it's the universe doing us a solid."

Perhaps memories of her own past trials made her emotional, as Daphne's eyes briefly welled up.

Vivienne stood up, her response heartfelt, "You're giving me too much credit. Emily's success at Vanguard Agency is all her own doing. All I did was recognize her potential."

Then, replacing her wine with a glass of water nearby, she added, "Been battling a bit of a cold, hope you don't mind my switching to water."

Daphne nodded in understanding, letting her be at ease, as she herself downed the wine.

The dinner went smoothly, wrapping up in a warm atmosphere. Vivienne offered Daphne a ride home.

As they left the restaurant, a sudden chill of danger washed over them. Across the street, a group of menacing figures in black, armed and heading straight for them, appeared out of nowhere.

"Viv, watch out!" Emily was the first to react, instinctively stepping in front of Vivienne.

Before Emily could act, a dozen elite guards materialized around Vivienne, swiftly encircling the attackers.

The confrontation was quickly contained, with Vivienne's gaze turning icy.

These were operatives of Mr. Wolf, a last resort not deployed lightly.

appeared Abigail had been aware of

lowered their guard, an inconspicuous bystander glanced their

Vivienne prepared to counter, but the gunman shifted aim to

expression darkened as she moved to intervene, only to see someone else had already

off-guard, Vivienne's elite guards, who were solely focused on her safety, missed protecting one

safeguard Vivienne

was hit by the bullet and collapsed

crying out, "Mom! Are you okay? Please, don't scare

shooter as they rushed

carefully extracted the bullet from her shoulder, noting a small butterfly tattoo with an existing scar. After the surgery, Percival approached, gripping her hand, "Viv,

her head, asking,

with concern, "We've got the

temperament, Vivienne understood she wouldn't just sit idly

gown, told Percival, "Call my folks,

by the day's

minutes later, with Sasha's voice

got straight to the point, "Mom,

a flurry of excitement and questions, to which Vivienne simply replied, "Come home. We need to talk." Hanging up, Vivienne pondered

at the hospital, with Percival ensuring Daphne's safety, Vivienne decided to check on Emily but was stopped by Percival's insistence on her needing

through a two-hour surgery and you say

admit, maybe Mr. Wolf had a

Vivienne stayed updated over the phone. Thomas, on the other end,

motivated by a significant sum of

about the specifics revealed a complex plot with no