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.

are you 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!"

Coke. "Why do you talk so

shut, carrying five limited-edition racing models and placing them on the table. He could not help but blurt out, "How did this place get so messy? Don't you guys clean up around

the

foot. "Enough with the chatter.

muttered, "Fine, fine,

'scapegoat number two' Thomas, Leopold called him over to help with the

feeling a bit guilty, pitched

not just replace the PC; he upgraded the entire setup-desk, chair, the

gleamed at the sight of the limited-edition racing models. "These... these are like a hundred thousand a

that you're Vivienne's players, I'll throw in a few more. My place is

that sent

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

Percival, sitting steadily, insisted, "No, I

I still have to coach

computer, spoke slowly, "Those who don't understand E-sports don't belong in our training

nearly choked on

Kid, you couldn't be more naive." He

he approached the computer, his gaze steady but icy, "Care for a

competitive spirit, particularly with Percival challenging him in his own domain. "Let's do this. Lose, and

clean your training room for a week if

first time, Bennett and the

narrowed his eyes,

to the side,

play, but she

up with interest, even getting Bennett

chose his best character

eye, Aaron's screen went dark,

stunned. How