Chapter 465


    Vivienne and Percival acted as if they were blind to the crisis, treating the life in Belle''s grasp as


    nothing worth mentioning.


    Belle pressed the de a fraction deeper. Her voice wasced with a threat. "Percival, you''re the head


    of Vanguard Agency''s special squad. You gonna let this hostage die on your watch and kiss your


    career goodbye?"


    She was convinced Percival would not let the hostage die. That was the Vanguard Agency''s way; they


    valued life, even that of a stray dog, above all else. It wasughable, really. Because of this soft spot,


    they had missed countless opportunities to corner the notorious GTO.


    As Belle mused over this, her smirk widened.


    Yawning ostentatiously, Vivienne plopped down beside Percival, resting her head on his shoulder. "Cut


    the drama. Let''s wrap this up."


    Belle''s brows knitted in confusion. What was that supposed to mean?


    Then, the plump waiter who had been serving them burst out indignantly, "Seriously? I''m just trying to


    bring you your drink, and this is how you repay me!"


    Before Belle could react, the waiter grabbed her ankle in a swift motion, flipping her over and mming


    her to the ground with a thud.


    "Ugh!" Belle grunted, pain shooting through her already poisoned body, bones fracturing under the


    impact.


    Vivienne frowned. "Brian, go easy on her. If she dies, it''s on you!"


    Belle was a key yer in GTO, second inmand. There were secrets to be extracted, and a dead


    captive was worthless.


    Brian peeled off his waiter''s vest and, drawing a whip from his belt, bound Belle up like a crab ready for


    the pot.


    "Don''t worry, Vivienne," he assured her, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of a hefty payout. "I''ve got


    a light touch."


    The bounty on Belle''s head was making Brian''s eyes turn into dor sign emojis. Brody''s bounty was


    peanutspared to this. How was he going to spend all that cash?


    "Percival, you''re the captain of Vanguard''s special squad. The capture’s done; do I collect the bounty


    from you?" Brian asked while securing Belle, a smug look on his face.


    Percival gazed at Belle with unfathomable depth in his eyes, then stated tly, "No, the bounty goes to


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    Vivienne."


    Belle''sst shred of hope evaporated upon hearing this, and Brian''s hopes also fizzled out.


    What a joke! Letting Vivienne handle it meant he would probably end up shortchanged. Everyone knew


    how tight-fisted Vivienne was – it was the talk of the inte, with fans from every cornering to


    collect a debt of merely a thousand dors!


    Brian''s face fell. "You''re seriously taking her, Vivienne?”


    Basically, he was saying, “You’re seriously not going to pay me, Vivienne?”


    Percival watched with amusement, curious to see if Vivienne really was that stingy.


    Vivienne did not disappoint. "I''ll take her," she said, knocking Belle out with a precision strike. "As for


    the bounty..." She turned, pointing a delicate finger at Mr. Wolf. "He''s paying."


    Percival inwardly groaned. He should not have gotten involved in this mess.


    "Keep it up!" Vivienne cheerfully said.


    Brian''s gloom turned to glee at the mention of the bounty. "Long live my bro-inw!"


    Percival exhaled sharply and handed over a card loaded with Belle''s bounty. "The PIN is Vivienne''s


    birthday."


    Brian blinked in confusion. "What''s that?"


    Percival''s eyes twinkled with delight. "The PIN is Vivienne''s birthday."


    Brian stood dumbfounded. Who the hell knew Vivienne''s birthday? She probably did not even know it


    herself!


    “These two are ying me!” But Brian kept his thoughts to himself.


    With a pat on the shoulder, Percival offered Brian another job. "Can''t get the cash out? No worries. I''ve


    got another task for you. Complete it, and I''ll double the bounty."


    Brian''s face lit up. "You name it, boss."


    "Keep up the hunt for Mr. B under your bounty hunter guise."


    Brian did not question further. He knew the score the moment Vivienne took over Mr. B''s case.


    "Done. Whatever you say." Handing over Belle to Vivienne, Brian prepared to leave.


    "Hold on," Vivienne said, giving him a nod.


    Brian tried onest time. "I''m really going now!"


    Vivienne pinched the bridge of her nose, slightly exasperated with her money-obsessed protégé. "Go


    bug Matthew for pocket money and get outta here!"


    "Right away!" Brian vanished as quickly as he had appeared.


    With the loose ends tied up and the press conference winding down, Percival delivered a few closing


    remarks before stepping down.


    Outside the venue, Percival''s phone rang. It was Micah.


    "Boss," Percival answered, putting Micah on speaker.


    "Can you talk?" Micah''s voice was muffled, a tinge of anger lurking beneath the surface.


    Percival nced at Vivienne. "Sure."


    Micah sighed. "Your fiancée, Vivienne, she''s been tinkering with that new bomb with Griffin, hasn''t


    she?"


    Upon hearing this, a mist of worry clouded Vivienne''s eyes.


    Sure enough, the Vanguard Agency had set its sights on developing a new type of bomb.


    "Yes," Percival did not deny it. The fact that Micah was asking meant he was already privy to the


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    Micah had authorized thest request for Leopold to pull records from headquarters, so his awareness


    was not surprising.


    Micah exhaled sharply, his anger more pronounced. "Why wasn''t this reported to the agency, Percival?


    You''re getting bolder by the minute!"


    Percival snorted, "What do you mean by ''concrete action''?"


    Percival and Vivienne exchanged nces, a slow smile ying on his lips, taking on an ambiguous


    curve, "I''ll discuss it with her."