The Million-Dollar Heart

The living room was packed, with no space left on the couch for Vivienne and Percival.

Of course, nobody seemed inclined to make room.

Vivienne scanned the room and, without a second thought, grabbed the butler, "Seems like you've already forgotten yesterday's lesson, haven't you?"

The butler shuddered involuntarily, the memories of last night's ordeal etched deep in his mind, a painful experience he would never forget.

His eyes darted to Wendy, who was currently perched in the patriarch's seat of the Boyd household.

Clearing her throat, Wendy rose with Eliza's assistance. "Vivienne, have you come as the head of the Boyd family or as Percival's fiancée?" Vivienne's lips curled into a slight smile. "Is there a difference?"

"Of course, there is. If you come as the head of the Boyd family, you may take this seat and listen to our discussions about today's affairs. But you shall not interject. Even as the head, you have no authority over Boyd Group's matters, as I own it. Henceforth, you mustn't claim the fiancée status; it's against Boyd family tradition."

Vivienne nodded in understanding. "And if I come as Percival's fiancée?"

Wendy snorted with a smirk. "If you come as Percival's fiancée, then you stand there, serve tea, and listen quietly while we reprimand you. Everyone here is your elder; you must not be presumptuous!" Without hesitation, Vivienne took her seat at the head of the table, crossed her legs, and gave Wendy a sidelong glance. "Well, it just so happens that I intend to be both the head of the Boyd family and Percival's fiancée."

Wendy huffed. "Don't be too greedy, girl. I don't acknowledge your engagement to Percival. But since you claim to be the head, I'll give you that much respect. If you want this position, remove yourself from Percival's life."

Percival's eyes narrowed with a chilling aura. He was about to speak when Vivienne cut in, "My mother and Richard arranged my engagement to Percival. What right do you have to dispute it?" "You!" Wendy was infuriated, yet she found no words to retort.

Indeed, what right did she have to deny their engagement?

But what gave Vivienne the right to act so brazenly in the Boyd Mansion?

Vivienne glanced around the room and spoke calmly, "I've picked up a few dirty tricks over the years. It's one thing to target me, but should anyone lay a finger on my dear Mr. Wolf..."

Her glittering smile sent chills down their spines.

others narrowed their eyes. Vivienne

feared she might have something up her sleeve. Vivienne pointed at the butler and said, "Fetch a cup of water for the old lady to hold. That's

taken aback, "What

her eye, Vivienne raised an eyebrow. "The person standing must serve water to the head of the

Vivienne had

your

the head of

sent another shiver

might not take Vivienne seriously, but she couldn't afford to

tensed as the butler brought Wendy a cup

antagonize the new head - it was not worth losing limbs

cup, her hands shaking slightly. She had to bide her time; once Percival and Gillian were together, she would deal with this insolent girl! Holding the cup to her

grandmother. “Grandma, when presenting water to the head, one must bow respectfully.

"You..."

is correct, as expected from the

be,

bringing her fingertips to his lips for

the elders avert their eyes in

behavior was an insult to the family's

no choice but to comply, bending her weary back. "Percival! Put that down. This is no place for such

intertwined their fingers further. "Discussing love with my fiancée is my right. Do you

on her outrage. Percival's words, influenced by that wretch

to explode in anger