The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 678

Vivienne's brow furrowed with concern as she reached out to the other junior disciples. Larry was in trouble, and they needed to rally immediately!

Soon enough, the disciples gathered at the hospital.

The sight of Percival made their blood boil, each itching to deliver a swift punch, but Larry's well-being was paramount. With a collective glare at Percival, they turned their attention to Vivienne.

Dawson had been the last to speak with Larry. “Vivienne, didn’t he say he was heading up to the M State sanatorium to pick up your protégé? How did he go off the grid?”

“No idea. We can’t reach the sanatorium, and Draven’s already headed there with a team. Everyone, stay sharp—we’re too close to cracking this case to slip up now.”

The disciples nodded in unison. “Got it!”

Vivienne delegated key positions to her crew; they were on the lookout for any sign of Larry, Carl, or Huxley.

Leopold, still nursing his injuries, was relegated to base camp at the hospital.

After scouring every news outlet, Leopold finally had something. “Vivienne, I found out why the sanatorium went dark.”

“What happened?” Vivienne asked, her voice steady but laced with tension.

“Last night, there was a violent robbery. The thieves cut all communications and set the place ablaze after they were done. Local cops didn’t get wind of it till dawn. By the time they arrived, the sanatorium was ashes.”

Percival frowned. “That sanatorium’s isolated, but not isolated enough to be burned down without anyone noticing.”

“Apparently, someone jammed the police frequencies. The station missed several distress calls,” Leopold handed over the news report to Vivienne and Percival.

Vivienne closed her laptop, her eyes smoldering with barely contained fury.

This was it—the last straw.

Her phone rang. It was Ronald.

“Talk to me.”

“Vivienne, trouble. Got a call from M State. The sanatorium had gone up in flames, I...”

“How are you handling things? Any trouble from Vanguard Agency?” Vivienne asked, her tone eerily calm.

Only Percival and Leopold knew this calmness was the eye of her storm.

“They’re not making it easy, but we’re out. Heading to the warehouse to check on things, though the agency has everything locked down. Not sure what to do next.”

“Head to the warehouse. Leave Carl to me.”

“Okay. I’ll deal with the lockdown and then head to M State. Dad’s already on his way.” Ronald paused, his voice choking up. “Vivienne, thank you. We’d be lost without you.”

A shadow of a smile crossed Vivienne's lips, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “We’re family. No need for thanks.”

After hanging up, Vivienne tapped her phone, planning her next move.

She stood up, placing a hand on Percival's shoulder. “Mr. Wolf, I could use your help.”

Percival took her hand, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. “It would be my honor.”