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."

Vivienne sat beside the bed. "I heard about your injury.

furrowed at the sight of Vivienne's insincere smile. "If you cared at all, you wouldn't have treated me that

epiphany. "Right,

and began to prepare a

was baffled by Vivienne's

Vivienne brought in her homemade

Vivienne helped Wendy sit up, her fingers discreetly delivered a quick

asked, "Did you make

some into Wendy's mouth, saying,

yolk was raw, and there were eggshells

was clearly trying to

Vivienne, grabbing a nearby cane to strike. "You

eyeing Wendy, who had suddenly

pain was magically gone, and she had

you're better,

meaningful glance at the corner of the room before turning to

she could not let Vivienne go just yet, she stepped

an onlooker, it would seem as if Vivienne

took its toll on Wendy's frail back,

her aid, chastising Vivienne. "Madam, how could you? Even as the head of the household, you can't just take a life!" With her arms crossed, Vivienne leaned against the door

really outdone herself, trying to frame

still, the needle would have healed her waist. Now, she

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