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?"

taking a few seconds before replying, "We

and

it, she felt like her organs were about to burst with rage. Vivienne settled down, crossing her legs and resting them on the coffee

smash it over Vivienne's

that even Wendy, well into her fifties, found

the prepared decontamination room to shower and change, ready to cleanse

from the decontamination room, freshly dressed. Vivienne looked her over; she really had showered, and the fragrance

"Percival, your aunt and uncle are still out working. We'll have dinner when they

clock. It was already 7:30 PM. Still out working? The Boyds were

into a sneer. After all these years, his grandmother had no new tricks.

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

wait for them.

pressed her lips. As a child, she thought Percival had nothing to him but his looks. Now, he

that little bitch beside him, not a trace of girlishness to

was silent, devoid of

after, 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

of such a thing as a household head or

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

Nancy, and their children