The Million-Dollar Heart Novel Episode
Chapter 382

Scott was Mr. B's double, and no one but the head of the GTO could locate him.

So, of course, he could not just drop dead that easily.

Besides, would death not be too kind?

If it had not been for him, would her mother have been hunted down all those years ago?

For years, Scott had been playing the part of a lovelorn soul to the outside world, claiming he could not find Karen and swore to bachelorhood.

But aside from the few peaceful years Karen spent by Dorian's side, was it not the GTO that kept sending goons after her?

Scott was a member of the GTO, and Vivienne's mother's death had his fingerprints all over it.

But that score would be settled later.

Suddenly, Vivienne caught the scent of strawberry shortcake.

She opened her eyes, slightly stunned.

There was an actual strawberry shortcake!

"Mr. Wolf, I just adore you," She said, wrapping her arms around Percival's neck, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Percival looked at Vivienne holding the strawberry shortcake like it was a treasure and could not help feeling a bit helpless. Did she really like him?

It was clear as day; she was smitten by the shortcake!

Percival, reduced to less than a piece of cake in making his wife happy.

If word got out, it would be the joke of the century!

But, oh well.

He knew his place all along, and it was definitely below a slice of strawberry shortcake.

Percival leaned his head on Vivienne's shoulder, his deep, well-like eyes surprisingly showing a hint of hurt.

Vivienne blinked back her pain, scooped up a spoonful of the strawberry shortcake, and brought it to Percival's lips. "Just one bite, no more!" This was the strawberry shortcake. She could not bear to part with even a single spoonful!

Percival was speechless.

All right then!

He was sure, absolutely sure, he ranked below a cake!

The first man in history to be considered lower than a cake by his wife!

He wanted to disappear from this world for a moment!

Vivienne happily finished her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and ready for a nap.

Percival draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss her lips.

Eating a strawberry shortcake this way was indeed the sweetest.

With her eyes still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him firmly to her.

Kissing, after all, would be best when it was a two-way street!

Percival raised an eyebrow. His little lady had teased him once again.

But he would not mind another round.

This was not him being a pervert!

Absolutely not!

With that thought, Percival leaned in once more, claiming her lips with fervor.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with the curtain drawn, even with his eyes fixed ahead, even with...

"Beep!"

Thomas cursed under his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice; the mission was critical!

Thomas cleared his throat. "Percival, the target is on the move."

With a snap, the privacy curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the car. Thomas glanced in the rear-view mirror.

Great, the two of them were sitting up straight as if they were strangers.

Was he the narrow-minded one?

"Pursue."

With a single word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

[Boss, the target has been caught.]

Vivienne smirked at how impatient the target was.

Soon enough, the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts of some abandoned urban district.

"Vivienne, we've got the area surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly could escape!"

Leopold's smug voice instantly reached the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile radius via wireless communications.

Dressed in a bulletproof vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged up, heading towards Vivienne.

Before he could get close, Percival blocked his way.

"Stay back, Husky."

Leopold was at a loss for words.

Surrounded by Vanguard Agency operatives, Leopold dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader known as Husky!

"Percival is right," Leopold gritted his teeth, offering a begrudging compliment.

As they spoke, Percival had already suited up, ready for combat.

Just as Vivienne was about to speak, Percival said, "Vivienne, wait for me here."

Vivienne raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I can help."

"Of course." Percival checked his gun and holstered it at his waist. "You sit here and command me, and I'll command these knuckleheads."

"Sounds good."

Vivienne did not refuse.

The preparation here was thorough; her presence would be like icing on the cake, but her absence would not be a loss.

Observing the whole situation from here was also a wise choice.

Percival wrapped his arm around Vivienne's shoulder, settled her in the car, and then, mwah~

The Vanguard Agency operatives thought, "Boss, the communications are still on. That kiss, what a sound to our ears!"

"Vanguard Agency, move out!"

At Percival's command, all operatives were ready for action, with Leopold and Thomas flanking him as they headed into the wilderness. Vivienne sat in the car, booting up the laptop Thomas had prepared.

On the screen was an overview of the area, with little red dots representing each operative's location.

Some were moving towards an abandoned building.

Inside the decrepit building was a state-of-the-art medical lab, and within three rooms, incubators and equipment monitored each newborn. "Are all the children accounted for?" Scott, clad in a black trench coat with a top hat and a masked face, even his voice altered, asked.

The person he questioned nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. B, all the children are here, with no incidents."

Scott frowned. How could that be?

Vivienne had to know about the secrets of the lab, given that she had figured out who he was.

But if Vivienne had known about this place, she should not have been silent.

And Rowan and Ismene must have turned traitors by now. They might not know the lab's secrets, but they could contact someone within the organization. Yet, there was no peep from them.

"Evacuate immediately."

Regardless of whether Rowan and Ismene had switched sides, this place was compromised. They needed to get out, and fast.

His subordinate hesitated, "Mr. B, these are all newborns we're talking about. If we evacuate, it'll take many hands. Isn't this a bit hasty?" "Don't question me, move it!" Scott barked.

As his words hung in the air, the lab's steel door was kicked open with a thunderous bang.

Scott's reflexes were razor-sharp. Before the first gunshot could echo, he grabbed a nearby underling to shield himself from the bullets.

He tossed a smoke grenade to the ground, and in the ensuing confusion, he bolted for safety.

"Chase him!" Shouted Percival, signaling for Thomas and Leopold to give chase.

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