The Million-Dollar Heart

Lennox just could not stand it any longer. He snatched the broom from Percival's grasp, and with a gentle tug, he swept the dust into the pan.

Crack! The broom head snapped off.

Percival furrowed his brow in annoyance. "That's the sixth time that's happened. Are your things always this flimsy?"

Lennox replied with a slight hesitation, "Is it possible you're just too strong and snapped it yourself?"

"It's this piece of junk that's the problem," Percival grumbled, casting a disdainful glance at the broom before turning to Quentin. "I had someone buy you a new racing car model and a desktop PC. They'll be delivered soon."

Quentin, for his part, was not too fussed. He looked around at the further disarray. "It's a knock-off anyway. Got it for ten bucks. But... Percival, maybe you should just stop cleaning."

Despite being older than Vivienne, Quentin and the others respected her technical expertise and would often follow Aaron's lead in calling her by her nickname. And since Percival was Vivienne's fiancé, they naturally called him by his first name.

Vivienne held back laughter, her delicate face turning a shade of red from the effort to conceal her laughter.

This must have been the first time Percival had been "rejected"!

Yet, he seemed filled with joy, and his mood visibly brightened.

Aaron's expression darkened slightly, though he said nothing, silently unplugging the computer to prevent the imminent explosion.

As he began to repair the broom, he asked Mark coldly, "What brings you here?"

Mark finally said, "I'm here to take you home."

"I'll be heading back tomorrow; we're celebrating here tonight. You go on ahead."

Mark knew Aaron well enough to understand his temperament. Today, Aaron had announced his retirement, which meant he would return to the Miller family fold tomorrow.

He had come to see if there was anything he could do to help, feeling the weight of his many debts to his son.

Before he could say anything else, the door to the training room burst open.

buying all this stuff and sending it here? Aren't you worried Kenneth will give you an earful? Ah, there's Vivienne! No wonder Hawk won today, with you

Coke. "Why do you talk so

models and placing them on the table. He could not help but blurt out, "How did this

after the

foot. "Enough with

"Fine, fine, I'm the

at 'scapegoat number two' Thomas, Leopold called him over to

and the others, feeling a bit guilty, pitched in

entire setup-desk, chair, the works-leaving the room

racing

Vivienne's players, I'll throw in

that sent chills through the Hawk team, "For the next seven days, I'll be

to Vivienne. "Coach, please, we still need this space. We've got the

but Percival, sitting steadily,

pleaded, "Spare me, please. I still have to coach

understand E-sports don't belong in our

choked

Kid, you couldn't

curved into a smirk as he approached the computer, his gaze steady

competitive spirit, particularly with Percival challenging him in

made a bet with Vivienne to clean your training room for a week if you won. So, if you

the first time, Bennett and the others

his eyes,

sat to the side, eyes

play, but she knew Aaron

with interest, even getting Bennett

character and

eye, Aaron's screen went dark, his character

was stunned.