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.

it here? Aren't you worried Kenneth will give

sip of her Coke. "Why do you

table. He could not help but

the cleaning. Can you believe

nudge with his foot. "Enough

"Fine, fine, I'm

at 'scapegoat number two' Thomas, Leopold called

and the others, feeling a bit guilty,

entire setup-desk, chair,

the limited-edition racing models.

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

and dropped a bombshell that sent chills

need this space. We've got the new cleaning bots. They're fully automated.

steadily, insisted, "No, I lost a

I still have

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

nearly choked on his

E-sports? Kid, you couldn't be

the computer, his gaze steady but icy, "Care for

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

made a bet with Vivienne to clean your training room for a week if

the first time, Bennett and the

narrowed his eyes, "You're

to the

Percival play, but she knew Aaron was no match for

getting Bennett and the crew to

his best character and went

in the blink of an eye, Aaron's screen went dark,

Hawk team was stunned.