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 coaching them!" Leopold remarked as he brought the items

a sip of her Coke. "Why do you talk so

table. He could not help but blurt out,

the cleaning. Can

with his foot. "Enough with the chatter. Change

muttered, "Fine, fine, I'm the

at 'scapegoat number two' Thomas, Leopold called him

the others, feeling a bit guilty,

entire setup-desk, chair, the works-leaving

at the sight of the limited-edition racing

For the sake that you're Vivienne's players, I'll throw in a few more. My place is full of

at, looked up and dropped a bombshell that sent chills through the Hawk team, "For the next seven days, I'll be here

still need this space. We've

steadily, insisted,

I still have to

"Those who don't understand E-sports don't

nearly choked on

understand E-sports? Kid, you couldn't be more

smirk as he approached the computer, his gaze steady but icy,

Percival challenging him in his own domain. "Let's

laughed coldly, paying little mind to Aaron. "I made a bet with Vivienne to clean your training room for a week if you

time, Bennett and the others

narrowed his eyes,

to the side, eyes

but she knew Aaron was no match

even getting Bennett and

best character and went straight for

blink of an eye, Aaron's screen went dark, his character

team was stunned.