The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 179

Vivienne and Percival descended the stage under the awe–inspired gazes of the crowd.

Vivienne walked up to Arabella with her chin slightly raised in a defiant stance. “Did you like the gift I gave you?”

Arabella’s hands clenched into fists, and her eyes burned with jealousy and rage. This was supposed to be her banquet, yet Vivienne had stolen the spotlight.

Why?

Why did she always have to lose to Vivienne?

Feeling everyone’s gaze, Arabella forced out a strained smile. “I love it. I didn’t know you could play the piano so well. Why didn’t you ever mention it? If I’d known, I would’ve suggested Grandma send you abroad to study. Why waste your time teaching at Cloudcrest High School?”

“Heh.” Vivienne chuckled. Her laugh showcased her unapologetic arrogance. “Why would I need to tell you anything?”

Arabella’s expression froze. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Vivienne with a hurt expression. “Why do you hate me so much, Vivienne? We’re sisters!”

Vivienne brushed her hair, which had fallen over her ears, behind them. Her luxurious gown accentuated her allure. “I used to tolerate you for the sake of Dorian, but that doesn’t mean you can walk over me.”

Vivienne looked up. Her cold eyes were full of indifference. “My mother only had me. I don’t have a sister. Don’t try to establish a relationship with me. I don’t easily connect with people.”

Arabella seethed with hatred, but on the surface, she looked pitiful.

After seeing this, Paul’s protective instincts kicked in. He yelled at Vivienne, “Vivienne, enough is enough! This is Arabella’s party… uh…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Paul was silenced.

Everyone stepped back.

It was safer to stay away from Vivienne. One wrong move, and you could find yourself incapacitated.

Vivienne casually slipped the remaining silver needle into her hair. She glanced at Paul and spoke in an indifferent tone. “Don’t yell in front of me again. I hate the sound of barking. If there’s a next time, you can kiss your mouth goodbye.”

With that said, Vivienne pulled Percival closer with her gaze fixed on Arabella. “Look closely. He is my man! Remember his face. Don’t reach out too far, or you might lose your status as the Brooks family’s heiress.”

Percival raised an eyebrow, looking at Vivienne in surprise.

faint smile appeared on his

finally come to her

to claim

Hmm!

declared her territory was truly

at the party, however, looked rather

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a girl who came from a monastery. Even though she was Master Q, the perfumer, and Charles, the fashion designer, her status was still incomparable to

How could she threaten

what she was

looked at the Brooks family. The matriarch, Judith, had no expression

rest of the family

Arabella’s face twitched

Damn Vivienne!

she belittle her in front of the Brooks

give Arabella a glance. She

don’t bother sending invitations to Dorian anymore. Your relationship with him is

She turned to look at Judith, hoping she would

and walked towards Vivienne. “Ms. Hawthorn,

stopped. Her eyes were devoid of any

The last time Vivienne saved her, although she

it because

of what Arabella had done in Havenwood, Judith’s

smiled at Vivienne. “I’ve always wanted to thank you for saving my life. Today seemed

but out of politeness, she needed to ask

standing up for her,

It was ridiculous!

Truly ridiculous!

the shadows. After a moment, she looked up and spoke in a serious and cold manner.

aback.

her and turned to Percival.

slender hand. “Let’s

under the

“Judith, you don’t need

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