The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 485

Micah scrutinized each document that Percival had brought in. It was all there: the irrefutable evidence that exonerated Vivienne, Fiona's confession to setting her up, and Calista's damning testimony on how she had stolen Vivienne's fingerprints and plotted a murder in the OR.

Without a doubt, Vivienne was innocent.

With an indifferent curl of his slightly chapped lips, Micah returned the papers to Percival. "Good job," he said, the understatement hanging between them like a silent applause.

Percival locked eyes with Micah, his mentor at the Vanguard Agency, second only to Karen in authority. A crooked smile formed on his lips. "I think so too. I did do a damn good job!"

Their gaze held for a heavy moment, neither man breaking the silence.

The air grew thick with tension.

Leopold, Thomas, and Soren, who was standing off to the side, all watched Micah intently. They knew Micah had been obstructing their every move, sidelining the Vanguard Agency, and keeping everyone out of the loop—everyone except Soren, whom he had left in the dark about the true purpose of their mission.

Those who made it into the Vanguard Agency were no fools; Micah's actions were purposeful. But the question that hung over them was why he targeted Vivienne and Percival. Was it a personal vendetta, or were there strings being pulled from behind the scenes?

After what seemed an eternity, Micah finally broke into a grin. "Well, the higher-ups have spoken. Vivienne is free to go."

He paused before adding, "But let's be clear, she might not be so lucky next time. If she's tangled up with CK, I won't look the other way, not even for you."

Percival chuckled. "There won't be a next time. If Vivienne ever breaks the law, you won't need to get involved. I'll bring her in myself, Micah."

How he would 'bring her in' was another matter entirely.

Micah's eyes narrowed, his voice chilling. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

In the past, Percival would have addressed him as 'boss,' but now, not even that courtesy was extended. The kid had grown up, out of his control.

Adjusting his goggles, Percival did not linger. Instead, he waved to his brothers-in-arms. "Wrap it up. Micah's buying dinner tonight."

Now at equal footing with Micah as a deputy director and head of the special squad, Percival's word was law. The team responded enthusiastically, though a few still looked to Micah for confirmation.

After a moment of silence, Micah's face became an impassive mask. "Alright, dinner's on me tonight."

Cheers erupted from the crowd, but everyone knew the Vanguard Agency of Rivenwood was under new management.

Micah was the first to leave for headquarters, while Soren stayed behind with the team.

"Cap, about earlier... I'm sorry," Soren said to Percival. Even though he did not like Vivienne, he would never treat her as a criminal without just cause.

When Soren saw the mission was targeting Vivienne, he, too, was shocked. But as the captain of Vanguard Agency's third special squad, he could not back down even if the target had been his mother.

Percival merely glanced at him. "It's your duty. Why apologize?"

Soren bit his lip, unsure of what to say next.

Vivienne appraised him. He seemed stronger than before; his injuries healed. If he were to spar with Anna now, the outcome would be uncertain.

After a few seconds of silence, Soren led his squad out, pausing only to say to Anna, "Back on duty tomorrow."

Anna snapped a salute. "Yes, Captain."

He gave her a lingering look as if to say, "Now you remember who's your captain, after that earlier outburst, telling me ‘rejoin my foot’?"

With the special squad gone, Vivienne and Percival also headed back to the city.

In the car, Anna was still puzzled. How had Percival become the deputy director of the Vanguard Agency?

Thinking about that, she asked the question out loud.

Leopold, driving, knew they could speak freely among themselves. "Percival went over a few heads and reported the capture of Belle directly to the top brass. It was against protocol, but someone big vouched for him, saying he may be young, but his record and education are top-notch. Without a promotion, they'd risk demoralizing the front line troops. So, he got the job."

That said, he dared not probe further.

Ever since Griffin's last call, there had been radio silence, with no replies to his messages, and his visits to Griffin's place met with a locked door.

What a mess!

Just the mention of Griffin's name was enough to keep him in line now.

The car finally quieted down.

Percival intended to drop Vivienne off at her place, but Richard’s call came halfway there.

"Percival, come home. There's trouble."

Percival immediately rerouted and headed back to the Ellington Mansion.

Upon arriving, Vivienne and Percival got out together while Leopold and Anna waited outside.

As they entered, they were met with the sound of Imogen crying.

"What happened?" Percival inquired.

Isolde ran into Percival's arms, "Brother, I'm so scared. Please check on Uncle Flynn."

Flynn was on the couch, comforting Imogen, with no visible injuries.

But on the table, there was a dagger just like the one previously stuck in the front door of the Ellington Mansion.

Impaled on the dagger was a note — [Give her back!]