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Vivienne lifted her hand with a delicate motion, her fingertips brushing against Vance’s.
The contact sent a jolt of pain through Vance’s finger, causing him to slump back onto the couch, but
his eyes remained locked on Vivienne with intensity. “Sure, Lark and Ashen Pigeon and I didn’t see eye
to eye, but our beef was strictly professional. I have no reason to off her, so show some respect, will
ya?”
His agitation caught Vivienne off guard. She had obviously struck a nerve.
Still cradling his wrist, Vance stared at her, “Neither you nor Micah have any ground to suspect me. I
admit I’ve got a grudge against the ancient warrior lineages, and I use my job to dig around. But as an
agent of Vanguard Agency, from field operative to the director I am today, I’ve honored every mission
and every badge I’ve ever worn on my uniform!
Look, Vivienne, Percival, you can accuse me of neglect, of not caring about the future and safety of my
agents, but you can never question my commitment to Vanguard Agency!”
In Percival’s eyes, Vance was far from a model director. In fact, he did not even deserve the title.
Sacrificing his own people for personal gain, landing them in military prison while acting like nothing
happened, seeing them meet their ends without lifting a finger… Such a man did not inspire Percival’s
respect.
But he could not deny the truth in Vance’s words.
The room fell silent for a few minutes, with no one speaking.
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After some time, Vance’s emotions seemed to stabilize. “My mission for the Frostfire Intelligence
Agency still stands. Next time you swing by, I expect news about your mentor.”
It was a clear dismissal, and his tone was less than friendly.
Vivienne looked back at Vance.
He seemed to be shackled by his obsessions.
An obsession with the ancient warrior lineages, with the Sheldon family.
She had seen the medical records of Vance’s parents before they died, which had nothing to do with
some karmic cycle.
It was chronic lead poisoning—this lead was different, laced with unknown toxins and substances, lying
dormant in the body before finally manifesting and causing a violent death.
Vance was right to keep Darren and Ashley out of the Edwards Group affair. Perhaps the lead in his
parents’ blood was linked to the Mystic Vein.
In the early days of the Edwards Group, Vance’s folks often returned to the Mystic Vein, and they were
frequently taken to court over sick or dead workers.
It was only after the Edwards Group secured hefty health insurance for their workers that the issue was
quelled.
That Mystic Vein was definitely problematic. However, Vance’s parent’s deaths were certainly not due
to karma. The matter was only draped in a shroud of mystery because of the Sheldon family’s line of
work.
In a way, Vance was indeed a pitiable man.
“Next time we meet, I hope you’ve got more to spill about Rover. Otherwise, you can kiss any chance
of finding my mentor goodbye!”
Rover was Vivienne’s last target.
An enigma, always blurry in photos, leaving no trace in the entire Vanguard Agency.
If Jasper had not sensed him stepping in for Vance, Vivienne would have had nothing on him.
Vance snapped at her, “What do you want to know about Rover? Vivienne, your mom’s death was
suicide. It’s got nothing to do with anyone in Vanguard Agency, least of all Rover. He was more torn up
about it than anyone else. Stop being so paranoid!”
Vivienne did not respond, but Percival stepped in front of her, blocking Vance’s view. “Keep your
ancient warrior lineage feud out of the agency. I’m not letting this slide, not this time.”
With that, Percival led Vivienne out. She did not resist, following him to his car.
As Percival started the engine, the calm of the night surrounded them. “Vivienne, the Finnian
situation… I don’t think Vance is involved.”
“Why do you say that?” She asked.
Percival handed her his phone. “Our mystery friend sent the info here.”
She took the phone, and sure enough, it was that mystery contact.
[Vance only cares about the ancient warrior lineage.]
Vivienne frowned. “Last time, she warned me to watch out for Vance; now, suddenly, it’s all good? Is
she playing me?”
As Vivienne grew more certain of who this mysterious person was, her anger towards her only grew.
She had lied to her for years! And she had always been right there, beside her!
Percival ruffled her hair. “She must have her reasons for doing what she’s done.”
Vivienne exhaled, gazing out the window at the bustling streets, her bright eyes scanning every face.
Not one familiar figure to confront, to demand answers from.
Why? Why all this?
It took her a moment to collect herself. “Let’s go find Finnian.”
Percival responded with a nod and turned the car around, heading to the house he had prepared for
Finnian earlier.
Vivienne called Finnian over, and by the tone of her voice, he knew something was up. Not wanting to
delay, he put down his cutlery and rushed over.
He sighed to himself, wondering what was even the point of having an apprentice.
“Kiddo, what’s up? Did Percival give you a hard time? Need me to knock him down a peg for ya?”
Finnian strolled in with a grin, a strawberry cheesecake in hand, ready to cheer up his apprentice.
Vivienne gestured with her chin towards the couch across from her, signaling for Finnian to take a seat.
Finnian handed the strawberry cheesecake to Percival, who silently took it and began cutting it into
bite-sized pieces, making it easier for Vivienne to eat.
“What’s the deal with your family’s Mystic Vein? Is it toxic?” Vivienne inquired. New chаpter avąilable
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But with proper protection, there should not be any issues.
The folks at Edwards Group were not fools; how could they overlook this?
“What antidote?” Vivienne pressed.
Finnian reached into his pocket and placed a small porcelain bottle on the table. “This one.”
