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.

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

sip of her Coke. "Why

could not help but blurt out, "How did this place get so messy? Don't you guys

is after the cleaning. Can you

a nudge with his foot. "Enough with the chatter.

"Fine, fine, I'm the

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

feeling a bit

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

the limited-edition racing models. "These... these are like a hundred thousand

them? For the sake that you're Vivienne's players, I'll throw in a few more. My

dropped a bombshell that sent chills through the Hawk team,

we still need this space. We've got the new cleaning bots. They're fully automated. No need for manual labor. Let's not do

remained silent, but Percival, sitting steadily, insisted, "No,

me, please. I still have to

seated at his computer, spoke slowly, "Those who don't understand E-sports

choked on his

E-sports? Kid, you couldn't be more naive."

he approached the

him in his own domain. "Let's do this. Lose, and you stay

with Vivienne to clean your training room for a

Bennett and the others wanted

his eyes, "You're

the side, eyes

not seen Percival play, but she knew Aaron was

up with interest, even getting Bennett and the crew to place

his best character and went

in the blink of an eye, Aaron's screen

was stunned. How had