The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 662

Three squad members efficiently unshackled Flynn's chains, casting puzzled glances at the man before them.

"Cap, what's the deal here?"

The man was none other than Thomas!

"Just got a last-minute directive to transfer the prisoner. Head back to HQ, folks." Thomas hefted Flynn single-handedly and stuffed him into the back of a Bentley, speeding away.

The special squad members exchanged confused looks, clueless about what had just happened. With no choice but to follow their commanding officer's orders, they returned to base.

...

At Vanguard Agency.

Gillian was idly nursing the remnants of a scar on her cheek, now mostly healed, revealing her basic features.

With no real power at Vanguard Agency and not exactly popular, she spent her time bored in front of a computer screen, restricted from the outside world—even online shopping was off-limits.

Her colleagues, once courteous, now treated her with a cool distance, leaving her feeling out of place.

Thankfully, she was tracking Flynn's transfer.

"Gillian, sign this," Thomas said, dropping a logbook on her desk.

Signing papers was about the most challenging task for Gillian these days.

She shot Thomas a glare filled with disdain. "Oh, how kind of you, Captain Thomas, to deliver this personally."

"Not at all, Gillian. You seem quite busy yawning over there," Thomas replied with a casual smile.

The nearby agents couldn't help but chuckle at Thomas's comment.

Gillian's face flushed with embarrassment as she scribbled her name on the logbook.

"Take it!"

At that moment, the three officers who had escorted Flynn approached. "Gillian, our captain..."

They stopped upon seeing Thomas. "Cap, what are you doing here?"

Thomas was surprised, too. "Where else would I be? But what about you guys? Shouldn't you be training instead of hanging around here?"

"We were following Gillian's orders to escort Flynn, but didn't you intercept us on the way?"

Thomas looked at his subordinates as if facing a threat. "What are you talking about? I've been in meetings all morning. I just got a break, and I definitely didn't take any Flynn from you!"

Gillian gasped. "Then who did you hand Flynn over to?!"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that, Gillian?" Thomas slammed the logbook down on her desk.

"Do you have any idea what level of security Flynn requires? Three armored vehicles and special protection, plus my presence on the transport. And you sent just three people?"

Gillian was aware of the protocol but had hoped to keep things low-key by moving Flynn discreetly. She hadn't expected someone to intercept them.

Could it have been her boss?

Trying to keep her composure, Gillian retorted, "I had headquarters' approval. What right do you have to question me? Shouldn't you be more concerned with which 'Thomas' whisked Flynn away?"

Thomas snorted and stormed off. However, as he turned his back, his anger seemed to vanish without a trace.

Once he was gone, Gillian frantically dialed a mysterious number.

The call connected after a long wait. "Who said you could call me now?"

"Didn't you take Flynn?"