The Million-Dollar Heart

In front of the Boyd Mansion.

As Wendy approached, she could not miss the sparkling ring on Vivienne's finger. Under her breath, she cursed, "That little bitch!"

But her face was all smiles as she said, "Percival, darling, why stand out here? You're at granny's now; there's no need to be so formal. Come on in!" Percival scanned Wendy with a glance. If it weren't for the mission he was concealing, he'd never again associate with the Boyds. It made his skin crawl.

"We haven't sanitized and showered yet; it wouldn't be proper to come in," Percival replied coolly.

Wendy despised him all the more for it.

Percival was even more insufferable than his grandfather. Give him an inch, and he would not take it. Those Ellingtons, all with a stick up their backside! But for the sake of that elusive trade route, she had to play along.

With a thwack, Wendy brought her solid oak cane down on the butler's shin, sending him tumbling to the ground in surprise.

"You ungrateful wretch, Percival's family, isn't he? I told you to have those riff-raff from who knows where to clean up, not Percival! You muddle-headed fool, you can kiss your bonus goodbye this month." Vivienne watched from the side, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.

Riff-raff from nowhere?

Was that directed at her?

Surely, it was.

After scolding the butler, Wendy turned back to Percival with a forced smile and said, "Percival, the servants are clueless sometimes. Please, come inside. Don't just stand out here." But Percival acted as if he had not heard Wendy. Instead, he turned to Vivienne.

Vivienne smiled lightly. "I heard it's Boyd tradition to sanitize and shower before meeting the head of the house?"

few seconds before replying, "We don't have such a tradition in the

Vivienne said, twisting the ring on her finger, and without changing shoes, she and Percival stepped onto the luxurious

to burst with rage. Vivienne settled down, crossing her legs and resting them on the coffee table, her

grip on her cane tightened. She wanted to smash it

girl had a presence that even Wendy, well into her fifties, found

the prepared

freshly dressed. Vivienne looked her over; she really had showered, and the fragrance of her body wash had muted the unpleasant odor.

a sip of water, saying, "Percival, your aunt and uncle are still out working. We'll have dinner when

PM. Still out working? The Boyds were

all these years, his

Wendy would be home, claiming his aunt and uncle were out working, and they would eat when they returned. But once they

leaned back. "Fine, we'll wait for them.

his looks. Now, he seemed to radiate a chilling aura, like someone

beside him, not a trace

was silent, devoid of

the Boyds

enter were the family members of Boyd's eldest son, Theodore, and his wife, Teresa, followed by their children. The injured butler stopped them, "Master Theodore, please proceed to the decontamination room for a shower and change, as the head of the household

years, Theodore had never heard of such

lost his temper and slapped the butler. "You mutt, who

wife Nancy, and their children