The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 13

Vivienne’s gaze darkened slightly as she fixed him with a cold stare before finally taking a seat across from him.

Then she turned to the waiter, “I’ll have one of everything… the most expensive stuff you’ve got.”

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then gently reminded her, “Miss, we have over a hundred dishes here and none of them are cheap. It’s just the two of you. Isn’t that going to be a bit much?”

Vivienne looked up, her red lips curling into a faint smile. Her delicate fingers pointed at Percival across the table, her voice melodious, “Bring us your top three signature dishes first. The rest can be packed up and sent to Tranquil Estates. He’ll pick up the tab.”

The waiter couldn’t help but look at Percival. A smirk tugged at Percival’s lips as he pulled out a bank card and handed it to the waiter, “Do what she says.” With a nod, the waiter walked away.

Soon all three signature dishes were served. Without any hesitation, Vivienne picked up her cutlery and began to eat.

Percival poured her a drink, then filled his own glass with wine, raising it in a toast, “Ms. Hawthorn, I am grateful for your help back in Emerald Mountain.”

He never got the chance to repay her. He could pretty much guess that as soon as he mentioned repayment, she would demand the cancellation of their engagement as her reward.

Vivienne’s beautiful eyes lit up with amusement, narrowing into a slit as she laughed, “As for the repayment, just cancel our engagement.” Percival nearly lost control of his expression.

“I do owe you a favor.” Percival took a sip of his wine, his voice smooth and lingering, “Maybe I could offer myself as payment. How’s that?” “Not interested.”

Vivienne looked him up and down. He was handsome, just a bit shameless.

again, his fingers gently caressing it, still

chill settling

had the urge to punch Percival. If she had known he was such a scoundrel, she would have left him to

to crack. He placed

she stared at

her mother’s death, while sorting through her belongings, she found her mother’s pendant missing. She remembered the news she had received, that after her mother’s death, Percival had also went to their home, looking

he looking for a person or a thing?

threat radiating from her. If this pendant didn’t belong to Vivienne, he wouldn’t insist on keeping the

thought. After a while, she collected

matter.”

gently, “I’ll wait for your

suddenly remember something and asked, “One more thing, I need your help to save

narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a wicked smile, “Mr. Ellington,

away from his, a small dagger suddenly appearing in her hand, pressed against his throat. Her lips brushed his ear, her

body tensed, his long fingers rested on the sharp dagger, he gently took it away from his neck, leaping in to

cheeks flushed at his sudden closeness, her eyes avoiding his, appearing somewhat

from behind, pulling her even closer, his voice deep and captivating, “I still have some

his eyes, they were like

What was happening!?

frustrated with herself. She, who was usually so composed, had unknowingly fallen into his trap. She stood up, putting some distance between them, slowly sheathing her dagger, “You’re too good–looking. It would

“So Vivienne, will you help me save my sister? I

I don’t have any medical skills. Someone else treated your injuries that day!” Percival was stunned. Before he could respond, Vivienne spoke, “As for whether

12.50

she turned and left.