The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 465

Vivienne and Percival acted as if they were blind to the crisis, treating the life in Belle's grasp as nothing worth mentioning.

Belle pressed the blade a fraction deeper. Her voice was laced with a threat. "Percival, you're the head of Vanguard Agency's special squad. You gonna let this hostage die on your watch and kiss your career goodbye?"

She was convinced Percival would not let the hostage die. That was the Vanguard Agency's way; they valued life, even that of a stray dog, above all else. It was laughable, really. Because of this soft spot, they had missed countless opportunities to corner the notorious GTO.

As Belle mused over this, her smirk widened.

Yawning ostentatiously, Vivienne plopped down beside Percival, resting her head on his shoulder. "Cut the drama. Let's wrap this up."

Belle's brows knitted in confusion. What was that supposed to mean?

Then, the plump waiter who had been serving them burst out indignantly, "Seriously? I'm just trying to bring you your drink, and this is how you repay me!"

Before Belle could react, the waiter grabbed her ankle in a swift motion, flipping her over and slamming her to the ground with a thud.

"Ugh!" Belle grunted, pain shooting through her already poisoned body, bones fracturing under the impact.

Vivienne frowned. "Brian, go easy on her. If she dies, it's on you!"

Belle was a key player in GTO, second in command. There were secrets to be extracted, and a dead captive was worthless.

Brian peeled off his waiter's vest and, drawing a whip from his belt, bound Belle up like a crab ready for the pot.

"Don't worry, Vivienne," he assured her, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of a hefty payout. "I've got a light touch."

The bounty on Belle's head was making Brian's eyes turn into dollar sign emojis. Brody's bounty was peanuts compared to this. How was he going to spend all that cash?

"Percival, you're the captain of Vanguard's special squad. The capture’s done; do I collect the bounty from you?" Brian asked while securing Belle, a smug look on his face.

Percival gazed at Belle with unfathomable depth in his eyes, then stated flatly, "No, the bounty goes to Vivienne."

Belle's last shred of hope evaporated upon hearing this, and Brian's hopes also fizzled out.

What a joke! Letting Vivienne handle it meant he would probably end up shortchanged. Everyone knew how tight-fisted Vivienne was – it was the talk of the internet, with fans from every corner coming to collect a debt of merely a thousand dollars!

Brian's face fell. "You're seriously taking her, Vivienne?”

Basically, he was saying, “You’re seriously not going to pay me, Vivienne?”

Percival watched with amusement, curious to see if Vivienne really was that stingy.

Vivienne did not disappoint. "I'll take her," she said, knocking Belle out with a precision strike. "As for the bounty..." She turned, pointing a delicate finger at Mr. Wolf. "He's paying."

Percival inwardly groaned. He should not have gotten involved in this mess.

"Keep it up!" Vivienne cheerfully said.

Brian's gloom turned to glee at the mention of the bounty. "Long live my bro-in-law!"

Percival exhaled sharply and handed over a card loaded with Belle's bounty. "The PIN is Vivienne's birthday."

Brian blinked in confusion. "What's that?"

"Can you talk?" Micah's voice was muffled, a tinge of anger lurking beneath the surface.

Percival glanced at Vivienne. "Sure."

Micah sighed. "Your fiancée, Vivienne, she's been tinkering with that new bomb with Griffin, hasn't she?"

Upon hearing this, a mist of worry clouded Vivienne's eyes.

Sure enough, the Vanguard Agency had set its sights on developing a new type of bomb.

"Yes," Percival did not deny it. The fact that Micah was asking meant he was already privy to the backstory.

Micah had authorized the last request for Leopold to pull records from headquarters, so his awareness was not surprising.

Micah exhaled sharply, his anger more pronounced. "Why wasn't this reported to the agency, Percival? You're getting bolder by the minute!"

Percival's voice was cool. "My fiancée isn't an agent. She shouldn't have to report to the agency even if her research was about the moon."

"But we're talking about a new bomb! It concerns GTO. Your failure to report it is negligence," Micah bellowed, then regained his composure. "Enough, I don't want to argue. Write up an admission of error for me to present on your behalf, but you need to take some concrete action to give me something to work with!"

Percival snorted, "What do you mean by 'concrete action'?"

As Micah tapped on his desk, he elaborated, "Have your fiancée hand over the bomb research patent to the Vanguard Agency. She can profit from it, but the agency must control the new bomb. Understood?"

Percival and Vivienne exchanged glances, a slow smile playing on his lips, taking on an ambiguous curve, "I'll discuss it with her."