The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 650

Three minutes later, the demolished surveillance footage had been patched back together.

On the screen, it showed Gillian approaching the command console while Thomas stepped away to discuss tactics. However, because she had her back to the camera and her body obstructed the view of the console, it was unclear what she was actually doing.

The entire incident lasted a mere three seconds.

Fury blazed in Vivienne's eyes as she rose from her seat, storming towards the door.

Vance arrived at that moment, along with Micah, trying to hold her back.

"Vivienne, let us handle this. It's a Vanguard Agency matter," Vance urged.

"Yeah, you head back. We didn't see Gillian touch the console in the footage. Let's investigate this properly," Micah added.

Gillian was sent from the headquarters, and if there was blame to be assigned, it would have to come from the top. Besides, with Gillian already injured, they couldn't very well take harsh measures.

Vance and Micah were certainly angry, but as the directors, the linchpins of the entire Rivenwood Vanguard Agency, they couldn't act rashly.

But Vivienne, inflamed with rage, was not someone these two old-timers could easily restrain, even though these two were the second and third in command back in the heyday of the Vanguard Agency.

Vivienne grabbed each man by the wrist and twisted easily, and with a sickening snap, both Micah and Vance's arms were dislocated.

The two men cried out in pain, each standing rooted to the spot.

Coincidentally, this happened right under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera.

“See that? We tried to stop her, but we couldn’t.”

The two directors, now seated on the floor, cried out in pain, and nobody else dared to step forward.

At that moment, Gillian was sitting in the secretarial department, her head wrapped in a bandage, portraying the image of a hard-working employee braving through her injuries.

In truth, her wounds were minor, and it was merely a facade.

Her greatest concern now was whether the technicians restoring the surveillance footage would uncover her act. In the heat of the moment, she hadn't had time to prepare a better cover and had used her body to block the view.

She hoped she hadn't given herself away.

Fortunately, even if the surveillance was fixed, it would have to go through the secretarial department. Even if it captured her, there were ways to deal with it.

With this thought, Gillian pulled out her lipstick for a touch-up. She had chosen a muted rose shade today, something that made her appear more pitiable.

Then, with a loud bang, the door to the secretarial department was kicked open, the sturdy door slamming to the floor. Everyone jumped in fright.

Gillian's hand shook, smearing lipstick across her face.

Before she could react, she felt her neck seized, and the next second, she was slammed onto the desk.

The lipstick shattered against her face, but ironically, the color was so realistic it looked like rose petals stuck to her skin.

Gillian cried out in pain, "Who’s that?"

Looking up, she met Vivienne's furiously enraged face.

A slap resounded, and Gillian spun a full 360 degrees, staggering a few steps before steadying herself against the desk.

"Vivienne, what are you doing!?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

Vivienne followed with a kick, sending Gillian flying through the air, crashing against the wall like a ragdoll.