The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 920

Commander Blake stood firm in the dimly lit control room, his eyes glued to the surveillance footage, exuding an aura of deep contemplation. With a sense of urgency, he dialed the higher-ups once again.

The call was promptly answered, and the woman on the other end was still fuming with anger.

Twirling a ring between his fingers, Commander Blake spoke with a gravitas that filled the room, "Your anger is misplaced. It's your people who slipped up. Had they been more careful, none of this would have come to light."

The woman, realizing her fault, forced herself to calm down.

"What's our next move?" Blake's tone carried a hint of displeasure. After all, the site in question was of significant importance to him, and it hadn't yet served its intended purpose.

"Shift whatever assets we can, and for those we can't, expedite their usage. I want the plan executed within a week."

Blake hummed in acknowledgment, the ring's edge revealing a sharp blade as he made a small cut on his finger, a single drop of blood emerging.

"If all else fails, we destroy the site," the woman added.

The thought of destruction sparked a predatory glint in Blake's eyes. He had no time for setbacks.

As he entered the villa, Percival's strong hands closed the door behind him, plunging the interior into darkness, save for the moon's soft glow streaming through the windows.

Vivienne, standing in the foyer, wrapped her arms around Percival's waist, her eyes alight with desire.

Percival caressed her cheek, unable to resist planting a gentle kiss on the side of her face, his body warming with each touch.

Their lips met, and the kiss deepened uncontrollably, sending both of them into a whirlwind of passion. Vivienne, her body softening in his arms, clung to him even tighter.

Percival's hands ventured further, eliciting a blush from Vivienne as a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, leaving her breathless.

He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the cold marble of a nearby console table. As the intensity between them grew, Vivienne's thoughts began to scatter.