Yorick was so incensed he felt like giving another kick, but age had taken its toll. Even pping had drained him of his strength,
so he slumped back onto the couch, panting.
"Don''t y dumb with me, boy. It was one thing when you were just making a quick buck here and there, nothing serious. But
now you''ve gone and meddled with Vanguard Agency''s affairs! You''ve got some nerve! Do you have any idea why | introduced
Gillian to Lark and Vivienne?"
Dracon stood up silently, his head bowed, avoiding Yorick''s piercing gaze.
Yorick took a breath to calm himself. "I wanted Lark and Vivienne to keep tabs on her! A criminal, sneaking her way into
Vanguard Agency, knowing all my likes and dislikes without ever having met me. Dracon, you think I''m senile, don''t you?
You think you can just waltz Gillian into Vanguard Agency? | orchestrated that! | wanted her under Vanguard''s control! But |
underestimated you. You interfered with my liaison with Vanguard Agency and, using my name, sent Gillian back after her
blunder. If Percival hadn''te to warn me, I''d still be in the dark! Do you have any idea the gravity of Gillian''s crimes?"
Dracon furrowed his brow, still ying the tough guy. "Dad, since when do you take Percival''s word as gospel?"
"If I didn''t have proof, would | be confronting you now?" Yorick flung the dossier from the table at Dracon''s face.
After Percival left the other day, Yorick silently began an investigation. When he found out it was indeed Dracon who had saved
Gillian, it nearly triggered his heart condition.
He had thought his son merely dull, but this was pure folly!
Foolish to the bone!
"I''m telling you, Dracon, if you use my name again, you can pack your bags and leave! | can''t believe the Linter family could
produce such a failure!"
Yorick, unable to hold back his words in his fury, spun around and stormed back to his room.
Dracon stood there, the scattered papers on the floor mirroring the throbbing pain on his face, a constant reminder of his
humiliation.
Fine, he was the failure of the Linter family. But let''s see what this ‘failure’ could do.
The Nine Mystics Society.
Vivienne arrived at headquarters, where all the leaders, including Aaron, were gathered.
"Vivienne, we''ve secured all transportation. Our people are in ce, eyes on the target, ready to strike on yourmand," Aaron
reported.
Vivienne eyed the red dots on the tablet, each representing the Nine Mystics Society''s outposts.
"Good. Await my signal. Once we''ve located Larry and Carl, we''ll take them down in one fell swoop!"
Everyone echoed, "Understood!"
Just then, Vivienne''s cell phone rang. It was Thomas.
"Trouble, Madam. Percival''s been taken by the Vanguard Agency!"
Vivienne''s brow knitted. "What happened?"
"Yorick was rushed to the hospital this morning with a heart attack. He''s still in the ER. ording to Dracon, it was the health
supplement Percival delivered that caused the episode. The authorities found traces of a new drug, Keco, from the Ashford
family''s bust in the supplement!"
Vivienne''s fury coalesced into an icy resolve.
"Got it."
Hanging up, Vivienne turned to her team with a dark expression. "Get ready. We''re breaking him out."
At the hospital, Dracon was a sobbing mess outside the ER.
"Doctor, please save my father. Nothing can happen to him!"
"Rest assured, Mr. Linter, we''re doing everything we can.”
Vance and the others rushed over. "What''s going on?"
Dracon wiped away tears. "Ask Percival why he poisoned my dad. Didn''t you interrogate him?"
"If Percival is responsible, we won''t let him off," Micah said, concerned. "But it seems unlikely he could smuggle such an obvious
drug past the Linter family''s famously tight security.”
Micah had deep doubts about this incident. He would believe Percival poisoning him more than him poisoning Yorick. Percival
respected Yorick more than anyone in this world. It was absolutely impossible for him to poison Yorick!
Draconshed out in embarrassment. "What are you suggesting? That | poisoned my father to frame Percival? | know you
Vanguard folks are tight with him, but with a situation like this, you''re just going to cover for him?"
Vance retorted, "Mr. Linter, those are serious usations. Percival is in custody, and we''re investigating. No conclusions yet.
If he''s guilty, he won''t escape justice. But if he''s innocent, we won''t wrong him either."
Dracon, not wanting to escte further, left it at that.
Vance and Micah exchanged looks and settled down to wait outside the ER for the doctor''s verdict.
Eventually, the ER lights dimmed, and the doctor emerged, wheeling an unconscious Yorick into the ICU for continued
monitoring.
"He''s stable for now, but when he''ll wake up is still uncertain. We''ll do our best.”
Crouched on the ground, Dracon clutched his face in agony.
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Dracon rose to his feet and took a couple of strides forward. "Hector, you''re back!"
The neer was none other than Dracon''s younger brother, the third Linter son, Hector Linter!
Micah clicked his tongue in realization; no wonder the man looked familiar. It finally dawned on him who this was.
A diplomat often seen on TV, Hector''s directives were well-known throughout the entire Vanguard Agency.
During Micah''s time on the front-lines, he had been involved in several international operations, all orchestrated by Hector
himself.
Vance couldn''t help but sigh. It was clear why this man was always rubbing shoulders with the top brass. Just standing there, he
commanded respect like a true leader.
Hector had an air about him that Dracon could never match, reminiscent of their father, Yorick, in his younger days.
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