The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 615

Noah joined the ranks of RST at seventeen, but by nineteen, the organization had splintered into GTO and CK after Jasper's devastating raid.

Assigned by F-Poison to infiltrate the Vanguard Agency as a mole at twenty, Noah figured he would bide his time, draw Vanguard's attention with GTO activities, and then slip back into the shadows of his true allegiance. But what he thought would be a brief chapter turned into nearly six decades—a lifetime invested and now, seemingly, lost.

“Tell me, Noah, in all the years you've been undercover in Vanguard Agency, what’s GTO given you for your troubles? I'm genuinely curious. Heck, I haven't even caught a glimpse of the big boss's face. Have you?” Quincy asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Noah's frown was subtle but present. “You talk too much. When's my ride getting here?”

Quincy stepped back, a hint of apology in her voice. “Sorry, Noah, your ship isn't coming.”

Noah turned, startled, only to be greeted by the dark mouth of a gun barrel.

“Master, there’s no escape now,” Vance said solemnly, gun in hand, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

Instinctively, Noah stepped back, but another gun pressed against the back of his head.

“You know I don’t move so fast anymore, Master,” a familiar voice stated from behind him.

Noah exhaled heavily. “Let me guess, there's one more?”

As if on cue, Karen stepped out from Noah's side, her gun aimed at the man she once revered like a father.

“It's been a long time, Master.”

Noah's gaze met Karen's. Her face, one he had not seen for years, suddenly before him, gave him a moment of stunned pause.

“All these years, and you haven’t changed a bit, my little apprentice,” he reminisced. “Back then, you and Daphne were the only girls among a sea of rowdy boys. Those were the days...”

A cold voice interrupted from behind. “My mother couldn’t make it. I’m here in her stead,” Anna said, her tone as icy as her words.

Noah scanned his surroundings before settling his gaze back on Karen. “Anything else you want to ask, Karen? I’ll tell you whatever you need to know.”

Karen's grip on her gun tightened, her breath catching.

“Master, when you killed Daphne with your own hands, did you ever think of the bond we once shared?”

After a brief pause, Noah chuckled darkly.

“Listen up. I never truly considered any of you my own. You were merely stepping stones on my path to greatness.”

A tear glimmered in Micah’s eye as he observed Noah's profile. Even after all these years, he had clung to the hope that his master was not a traitor. Noah had carried him from the crossfire when he was wounded on the battlefield. He had been there for every pivotal moment of Micah's life within the Vanguard Agency.

When Karen was thought dead, it was Micah who first sought out Noah, sharing his suspicions of a mole within the Agency.

It was no wonder that his investigation had met a dead end for so many years, at most reaching the Deputy Director of the Rivenwood headquarters.

He had never suspected Noah. Everyone else, but not him.

Disbelief etched Vance's features. An orphan with no friends, his aloof nature meant he would do almost anything to achieve his goals, even if it meant hurting those around him. Noah had been the first to show him what care felt like.

When “Destruction Plan” failed, he had his doubts about Noah. However, that was soon dismissed after investigations. In fact, he even regretted ever doubting Noah.