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.

taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual

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

she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her drink.

medical skills

could neutralize the

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

Ellington, my sister asked me

cool lips curling slightly,

my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be

whispering to

wheeled himself off in

won’t go in. I still have guests to

that, she quickly turned and left.

her retreating figure, his

call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with

turned, pushing open the

he was caught,

wall, her hands roaming over

her hands, “Did

like magic, sparking a

slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

against him, his

was a healthy

him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz

silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers,

to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

was for Percival to

calm down.” Percival’s voice

was still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to resist..

a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want

believe that a man could

face,

he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her eyes.

her into his arms, his voice

played her part