The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 33

Arabella led Vivienne into the room furthest back on the first floor.

Maybe it was purposely tidied up, but the room was super clean.

So clean, in fact, that there was only a bed in there.

And there was a set of clothes on the bed.

Vivienne turned around, her brows low, her voice devoid of emotion, “Can you predict the future?”

“Huh?” Arabella was completely baffled by this question.

“You can’t.” Vivienne maintained her cold demeanor, “You can’t predict the future, but you knew that my clothes would be dirtied by the maid? You’re really something.”

Arabella froze. What did she mean by that?

Had she been found out? But that wasn’t possible.

Arabella lifted her eyes towards Vivienne, giving her a light smile, “I saw that your clothes were wet and thought you’d need a change. I had the servants bring these. I hope that’s okay.”

I’ll leave now. Take your time changing.”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond.

As the door closed behind her, Arabella’s face immediately hardened.

Today, she was going to completely ruin Vivienne and Percival’s reputations.

Inside the room, Vivienne watched the closed door, the smile on her face disappearing. She pulled out a porcelain jar from her pocket, taking out a pill and swallowing it.

The drink the maid had given her had an aphrodisiac in it.

concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve

she wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug

kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

think her medical skills

could neutralize the

drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up

Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me

a glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate with others

up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

with that, he wheeled himself off in the

pausing, “I won’t go in. I still

that, she quickly

her retreating figure, his stern

times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

turned, pushing open the

he was caught,

him against the wall, her

grabbing her hands, “Did

a

lightly lifting his chin, leaning

was pressed against him, his throat

was a healthy

a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

he didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his neck.

dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

Vivienne didn’t expect was for Percival to push

down.” Percival’s voice

body’s reaction

a bit mad, then leaned into his ear,

that a man could resist

hit Percival’s face, his heat

a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne,

his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re

her part well!