The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1049

After being cooped up for two days straight, Vivienne had hit her limit.

No sooner had she convinced Mr. Wolf to take a walk and clear his head than Finnian's call came through.

She answered, "What's up, Finnian?"

From the other end, Finn's voice came in a rush, "Something weird's going on with Dawson. One minute he's fine, the next he's out cold, breathing all weird. I've checked him over top to bottom and can't find a thing wrong. You better come take a look."

Vivienne frowned slightly, "Alright."

Percival grabbed a jacket from nearby and draped it over her shoulders, "I'm coming with you."

As they reached the foyer, Percival's phone rang.

Leopold's voice, loud enough to echo through the room, came through, "Percival, man, I need help. My place got swarmed by these undead goons out of nowhere. They just won't stay down. I'm out of my depth here, and Grandpa's freaking out, thinking he's about to have a heart attack. Get over here, will you?"

After a moment's thought, Vivienne made up her mind, "Mr. Wolf, you help Leopold. Thomas can drive me to Finnian's."

Percival's eyes darkened as he issued a command into the phone, "Call Vanguard Agency, use as many people as you need, just say it's on my orders."

With that, he hung up, gripping Vivienne's hand tighter, "I'm going with you."

Vivienne blinked, unsure if Mr. Wolf had misunderstood.

The issue involved a group, not an army.

Even if the entire Vanguard Agency showed up, they'd be overkill.

On the other end, Leopold was baffled.

Had he heard right? Percival had just handed him the reins to Vanguard Agency's entire force?

That was top-level clearance.

They arrived quickly at Finnian's place, who was pacing anxiously at the doorstep.

Seeing them, his worry lines eased, "You're here. Dawson's not looking good. Come on."

Inside, Dawson lay on the bed, his face alarmingly pale.

Vivienne took one glance and sensed something off.

Turning to Finnian, she asked, "Who has Dawson been in contact with recently?"

Finnian pondered, "He had a business meeting yesterday, hoping to expand his network here. He seemed fine last night but was like this by morning."

"I've tried everything I know in the last hour, but his condition's only getting worse."

Finnian looked distressed.

His expertise didn't cover this sort of situation. Standard detox methods had only worsened Dawson's condition.

Without proper intervention, Dawson's body would soon give out.

Vivienne stopped asking and pulled out a silver needle.

Just as she was about to proceed, Dawson suddenly lunged at Percival.

Percival, unfazed, used his powers as a shield, sending Dawson flying back several feet.

He had suspected some sort of setup against him but was grateful it was aimed at him and not Vivienne.

Dawson, spitting blood, glared at Percival with newfound venom, his pupils shifting from black to red.

His attack carried unfamiliar energy, mismatched with his own.

Percival met each attack with cold precision, draining Dawson of the foreign power without exerting his full strength.

Vivienne and Finnian stood back, knowing Percival wouldn't cause Dawson real harm.

However, Dawson's aggressive behavior was odd.