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 immediately fell

The man

answered casually, “You’re disturbing my mother’s

international assassins, each one a formidable force. Yet they had been defeated by a young girl with a single stone. This girl

man in black ordered, “Kill her.”

at Vivienne. But he was immediately stunned. He saw that the dozen or so assassins didn’t even have a chance to react before

was still standing in the same spot, her face emotionless, not even blinking. If it weren’t for the sight of her hand not yet withdrawn, Percival would have thought he

voice

not too far a away. His heartbeat quickened as he saw her

then left. Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up around her. Vivienne stopped and looked at the tombstone, “You want

that he had 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

a highly sought–after healing medicine on the black market. One pill was worth fifty dollars and

didn’t stay any

Hawthorn Mansion in Havenwood.

I’m alive, Vivienne will never get into our family.” An angry voice echoed,

Her gazes were

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