The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 511

After breakfast, Vivienne hopped on her motorcycle and set out to the Boyd Mansion alone.

At the Boyd Mansion.

Wendy was, indeed, bedridden, completely unable to rise from her plush mattress that morning. It was during the previous day's ceremony that she had twisted her back, and a careless turn in her sleep had nearly snapped her fragile bones in two. Now, she lay there, immobile and in pain.

Eliza was beside herself with worry. "Mom, do you really want Vivienne to care for you? It's like throwing yourself to the wolves!"

Wendy gestured weakly towards the corner of the room. "Take a closer look. What do you see?"

Eliza's eyes followed her mother's direction, and she gasped in understanding.

A hidden camera was tucked away in the corner, cleverly disguised to blend in with the ornate plasterwork. To the untrained eye, it was virtually undetectable.

Someone like Vivienne, unfamiliar with the intricate workings of the Boyd household, would never notice its presence.

If Vivienne behaved and took care of Wendy, everything would be fine. After all, Wendy only wanted to trap her here so she could not cause a scene at the restaurant. However, If Vivienne attempted to abuse Wendy, she would pay a heavy price.

It did not matter that Vivienne was Master Charles, perfumer Q, or Master Jessica. Her reputation would be utterly ruined!

Eliza relaxed a bit. "Okay, Mom. Take care of yourself. We're off to the office."

"Alright, dear."

Before long, Vivienne arrived at the Boyd mansion. Aside from the butler and a handful of servants, the only other person present was Wendy, lying helplessly in her bed.

Dressed in her leather riding gear, Vivienne walked in, and Wendy glanced at her with a sneer. "Forgive me, Madam. I can't get up to greet you."

"I heard about your injury. I'm quite concerned. Feeling any

wouldn't have treated me that way

an epiphany. "Right, I'll make

to the kitchen and began to prepare

baffled by

her homemade meal.

her fingers discreetly delivered a quick

asked, "Did you make pumpkin

mouth, saying,

spat out the first mouthful. The yolk was raw, and

trying

at Vivienne, grabbing a nearby cane to

eyeing Wendy, who had suddenly stood up. "Your back,

realized that her pain was magically gone,

if you're better, I'll be

the corner of

could not let Vivienne go just yet, she stepped

it would seem as if

its toll on

her aid, chastising Vivienne. "Madam, how could you? Even as the head of the

really outdone herself, trying to frame

Wendy had stayed still, the needle would have healed her waist. Now, she would be

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