The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 671

Listening to the man's words, F-Poison was quite pleased. She straightened up and, with a slender finger, gave a gentle pat on the man's shoulder.

"You're destined for great things," she said with a wink. "Let's ditch the self-doubt, okay? I've got a good feeling about you."

The man nodded slightly, his face an unreadable mask. "Understood," he replied quietly.

Seemingly content, F-Poison patted his cheek and, stifling a yawn, wandered back to her room to rest.

The man stood still for a moment, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. His pocket vibrated with the buzz of his personal cellphone, ringing with a call from abroad.

"Yeah? What? Alright, got it."

After ending the call with icy indifference, he turned and walked away.

...

Gillian made her way to the Linklater estate; her previous visit and good rapport with Dracon ensured the guards let her pass without issue.

After a thorough check, she was finally inside the Linklater Mansion. To her surprise, as soon as she entered, she saw Percival sitting in the living room, deeply engrossed in conversation with Yorick.

Gillian paused, not expecting to see him there.

Percival seemed to not even notice her, continuing his chat with Yorick.

Only Dracon came forward to greet her, and they headed to the back garden.

"How could you be so careless to have Vance oust you? Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get you in there?" Dracon scolded as soon as they were alone.

If Yorick hadn't been under the weather these past few days, he would've been at Gillian's doorstep to give her a piece of his mind for bungling such a simple task.

Gillian felt wronged.

Who would've thought an armored vehicle transporting a felon could get hijacked? The Vanguard Agency was massive, yet the perpetrator had vanished without a trace. Even the higher-ups couldn't protect Gillian now.

She was left waiting for news.

But time was not on Gillian's side. F-Poison had abandoned her, and finding shelter was urgent, or she would face an even worse fate than before.

"I didn't see this coming, Mr. Linklater. You're my only hope now. If you don't help me, I'm at a loss!" Gillian clasped Dracon's wrist, her voice tinged with desperation.

"Remember, I'm the one who can save Diana. Help me this once, and I promise to locate her – deal?"

Dracon frowned. "There’s only one option left for you. Whether it works is up to you."

"What is it?" Gillian's eyes brightened.

Dracon nodded toward the living room, where Percival was still engaged in his chess game with Yorick. "Him."

"What do you mean?"

"Percival may have left the Vanguard Agency, but his ties with the Martinez family run deep. Captains in the agency, like Thomas and Micah, are his people. If you want back in, his word is the only one that will carry any weight."

Gillian bit her lip. How could Percival possibly agree?

Their history was fraught with more animosity than a star-crossed feud. It was almost impossible to have Percival help her.

"Today, he's here without a driver. You'll need to think outside the box. Good luck." Dracon handed her a spray bottle and then left.

Gillian stared at the spray bottle and let out a long sigh.

In the living room, Percival bid farewell to Yorick. "I should be going then. Take care of yourself, and when Vivienne's free, we'll visit. Oh, and she reminded you to take your meds on time. I've brought them with me."

Yorick nodded, his smile knowing. "Will do. Drive safe."