The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 1 

Chapter 1

On a July evening, around seven o’clock when the sky was still not completely dark.

On Emerald Mountain, Vivienne was standing in front of a nameless grave, dressed in black casual clothes with a cold expression. She said to the tombstone, “Mother, tomorrow marks the end of our ten–year pact. You asked me to temper my edge for a decade, and I’ve done it. Tomorrow, I’m going back to the Hawthorn family.”

It was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard. Suddenly, a loud “bang” made Vivienne turn her head. There was a black car not too far away, skewed to the side. Obviously, a tire had blown.

A man stepped out of the car, dressed in black sportswear, staggering forward as if he was injured. Then, about a dozen men followed him, all dressed in black.

Percival turned his head and looked back. His face bore a layer of coldness, and he clutched his abdomen with one hand, his lips turning pale.

“Just give up. We’ve paid such a high price. You can’t escape, the men in black closed in on Percival. The leader of the group had an expressionless face, emanating a strong aura of menace.

“You think you can catch me?” Percival narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, like a knife cutting into him. He could feel his blood draining out and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Let’s see about that,” after the leader of the men in black spoke, he launched an attack towards Percival

hit the man in black, who

there?” The man in black yelled.

answered casually, “You’re disturbing my mother’s rest. Can you fight

expressions serious. Even Percival looked surprised. The people before him were international assassins, each one a formidable force. Yet they had been defeated by a young

man in black

dozen or so assassins didn’t even have a chance to react before

face emotionless, not even blinking. If it weren’t for the

voice

too far a away. His heartbeat quickened as he

left. Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up around her. Vivienne stopped and looked at the tombstone, “You want me to save him?” There was no

a serious wound on his stomach. But it wasn’t a big deal, She took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, sprinkled some powder, and then took out another bottle and fed

would definitely see that the pill was a highly sought–after healing medicine on the black market. One pill

the pill, Vivienne didn’t

Hawthorn Mansion in Havenwood.

into our family.” An angry voice echoed,

front of her. Her gazes were meaningful and her face expressionless. In an angle where others couldn’t see, she showed a

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