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 lips.

finally come to

to claim her territory

Hmm!

her territory was truly

the party, however, looked rather

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

such a bold claim? How could she threaten to ruin Arabella, the Brooks

she know what

matriarch, Judith, had

rest

face

Damn Vivienne!

belittle her in

couldn’t even be bothered to give Arabella a

bother sending invitations to

She turned to look at Judith, hoping she would stand up

caught her gaze and walked towards Vivienne. “Ms. Hawthorn,

stopped. Her eyes were devoid of any warmth

her coldness and the hostility that ran deep in her bones. The last time Vivienne saved her, although she was cold, she wasn’t

it because of

thinking of what Arabella had done in

life. Today seemed like a good opportunity. Can

out of politeness, she needed to

her, but instead,

It was ridiculous!

Truly ridiculous!

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

taken aback. “Why

turned to

held her slender

under the watchful eyes of the

Her expression was indifferent and cold. “Judith, you don’t need to invite me to your granddaughter’s

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