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Vivienne mulled it over for a second, then said, “Well, it’s not exactly like that. My mentor was the kind
who’d perk up at the sight of a dollar bill, and now, I’m all about the cash, too. So, I need you to ink a
new deal, Vance. You know my Mr. Wolf’s unemployed at the moment, and I’ve got a household to run.”
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With that, she whipped out a fresh contract and laid it before Vance, the figures in it a whopping fifty
percent higher than the previous one.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Vance scribbled his signature on the dotted line.
Money was no object when it came to this lifesaving contract.
After closing the contract, Vance’s expression regained its composure. “So, is this the reason Jasper
called me over today?”
Jasper shook his head. “Of course not. This is a matter my granddaughter brought to you. As for me,
I’ve got another issue to discuss.”
Vance straightened up. “What’s on your mind?”
“The ancient warrior lineage.”
Vance’s eyes flickered with disbelief.
Jasper himself hailed from the ancient warrior lineage, and the Perez family held a lofty position within
the Vanguard Agency. It was surprising he would broach the topic with Vance, knowing full well that
Vance had always wanted to kick the ancient warrior lineage out of the Agency.
“Surprised, huh?” Jasper chuckled. “I know you’ve got a bone to pick with the ancient warrior lineage,
feeling that us old-timers are flexing our family muscles, stifling your special squad’s operations, and
botching many a mission.”
Vance frowned, his gaze drifting over to Percival and Vivienne.
Great, those two were at it again, playing house.
One sipping coffee, the other pouring – living the life of Riley.
Vance had to drag his attention back. “Jasper, just lay your cards on the table.”
At that moment, Percival handed Vance a freshly brewed cup of coffee. “Vance, Jasper here wants a
slice of our partnership pie. What do you say?”
Vance pressed his lips. “Jasper, the deal with Mr. Percy is to boot the ancient warrior lineage out of the
Vanguard Agency. What exactly is the ‘pie’ you’re wanting a piece of?”
Jasper stood and strolled over to his desk, speaking slowly. “I get why you want to push them out. Over
time, their influence has grown massive, almost monopolizing power, to the point where even the Perez
and Martinez families sometimes have to step back.”
He continued, knowing Vance’s motives were not merely vengeful. “You want to restore peace to the
Agency.”
Vance watched Jasper quietly, unsure where he was headed with this.
“But, after what happened with Noah, did anything strike you as off?”
“What could be off? GTO managed to hide a mole in the Vanguard Agency for nearly sixty years,
that…” Vance stopped short, suddenly grasping Jasper’s point.
Indeed, how did Noah manage to stay under the radar in the Agency for six decades without anyone
catching on? Like those ten children back in the day – he added two more, and nobody noticed?
What about the others on that mission?
Could they not tell the difference between ten or twelve kids?
No one in the Vanguard Agency was a fool. Without inside help, even with GTO cutting off its own
tentacles to let Noah gain merit, his stay would not have been so smooth.
So smooth that even Yorick never suspected his partner of anything!
And then there was Noah, pushing for the ancient warrior lineage to seize power all these years without
any of their kin by his side. Why the obsession?
It dawned on Vance.
The ancient warrior lineages must have been pulling strings behind the scenes!
If Noah was GTO’s mole, could it mean that someone within the lineage had tight ties with GTO?
The thought was chilling, and Vance could not help but break out in a cold sweat.
Vivienne poured Vance another cup of coffee. “My mentor faked his own death because he was being
hunted, and those hunters were from the ancient warrior lineages. There’s likely a significant
connection there.”
Vance’s voice lowered. “You’re right. When I first tried to locate the Emerald Monastery, I sensed
someone was after me, too. We never identified who, but they were highly skilled.”
Vance had suspected for years that Ulysses had not perished when his family was wiped out but had
gone into hiding.
So, Vance had been investigating discreetly, using his position within the Vanguard Agency to his
advantage.
Vance could never have predicted that when he finally tracked down the location of the Emerald
Monastery, he would discover that someone was after Finnian’s life. Knowing he was no match for
these mysterious assailants with his current abilities, he had no choice but to lay low.
To his dismay, by the time he returned, Finnian had succumbed to illness, leaving behind nothing but a
grave.
And from then on, no word came from Finnian again.
Reflecting on the past, Vance now understood that the demise of the Sheldon family was inextricably
linked to the ancient warrior lineage.
Even he had sensed that Ulysses was not truly dead; surely those of the ancient lineage were even
more aware.
The pursuers had to be from the ancient warrior lineage!
And if they were all from the ancient warrior lineage, then the mysterious people aiding Noah might well
be the same group of people who hunted Finnian.
“What do you want me to do?” Vance asked.
Vance pursed his lips, carefully weighing Percival’s words.
Moreover, with just himself and Percival, there was no chance of infiltrating the inner circles of the
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But with the help of the Perez family, there might be a glimmer of hope.
If they could excise the cancer, perhaps the Vanguard Agency would no longer be under the lineage’s
thumb.
After all, the Agency’s greatest enemy was still the elusive F-Poison!
“Alright, I’m in,” Vance stood resolutely. “Jasper, Mr. Percy, I have but one goal—to turn the Vanguard
Agency into a true protector of the people!”
Percival rose to his feet, his coffee steaming in hand.
Jasper joined them, lifting his cup.
The three men clinked their cups in the air, a pact sealed over a coffee that stood in for whiskey.
Vivienne watched this unfold, a slight smile gracing her lips.
