The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 657

"Oh," Karen muttered under her breath, realization dawning on her. So this was the infamous Gillian.

The incredibly foolish idiot!

It wasn't surprising she described her that way; in Karen's eyes, Gillian was just that.

Stupid, despicable, and needing a beating!

How had Vivienne not knocked her lights out?

Gillian, hands clutched around her neck, took several deep breaths, cursing under her breath at Thomas for being such a brute with no chivalry.

After a moment, she finally turned her attention to Karen.

The legendary former captain of the Vanguard Agency, known as Lark.

And, as fate would have it, Vivienne's mother!

Gillian narrowed her eyes. "Who the hell are you? This is the secret Vanguard Agency prison! You think you can just waltz in here as you please? Thomas, let me tell you, you're in for a punishment! Don't think just because Vance told me to stay out of Vanguard Agency's business that I can't deal with you!"

Before Gillian could finish, Karen lunged forward, gripping Gillian's throat tightly.

She slammed her against the wall, feet dangling, struggling in vain.

Even Thomas, standing aside, was taken aback by how swiftly Karen had acted.

Gillian was gasping for air, on the verge of passing out.

"Dying is easy, and I could help you with that," Karen's voice was as cold as the Arctic.

Gillian, twice throttled, was furious but no match for Karen. She wanted to fight back, but a twisted smile crossed her face instead. "Go ahead, kill me! Let's see if you dare!"

Karen's lips curled into a smirk, her free hand tracing Gillian's contorted face, her fingertip grazing the skin, leaving a painful sting.

Karen's icy gaze met Gillian's, whispering with a devilish tinge, "Don't rush. What's so scary about death? The real terror is wanting to die but being unable to. Your life is in my hands now. I'll decide when to send you to hell."

Thomas looked at the wicked smile on her face, a spitting image of Vivienne.

Like mother, like daughter – a frightening duo indeed!

Karen dropped Gillian to the floor with controlled force. The fall drew blood and broke a few ribs, but nothing more serious.

Brushing off her hands, Karen spoke, "By the way, this is the Vanguard Agency's secret prison. If I decide to enter, it opens its doors wide. Got that, Gillian?"

Thomas couldn't help but chuckle.

Did Gillian really think she stood taller than Karen?

Not even Webster would dare cross Karen!

Karen's refusal to return to the Vanguard Agency had been a choice of preference, not a necessity.

At the mere mention of her name, the Agency would've rolled out the red carpet.

Such was the prestige of this secret prison, and Karen could come and go as she pleased.

Even now, Karen's records were held in the highest confidentiality at headquarters, her medals enough to crush anyone.

Today's visit through Thomas was merely an adherence to the agency's protocol.

Karen waved to Thomas and then left the prison.

Flynn wasn't as simple as he seemed, and she suspected there were questions left unasked.

After her departure, Thomas, not wanting to linger, left Gillian to her own devices.