The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 513

Gillian's words hung unfinished as Percival suddenly stood up and gestured towards someone in the distance. "Vivienne, over here!" Gillian blinked in surprise. Vivienne?

What on earth was Vivienne doing here?

Should she not be back at the Boyd estate, caring for Wendy, who was bedridden?

Gillian turned to see Vivienne stride in, decked out in a leather biker jacket, her hair cascading down her back, helmet in hand.

The very epitome of cool and spicy!

Vivienne walked over, placed her helmet on the table, and pecked Percival on the lips in front of Gillian without a second thought. "Sorry, I'm late."

"Not at all. You're just in time." Percival took her hand and pulled her close, seating her at the table and sliding a freshly cut steak in front of her. "Just cut it for you, eat up."

"Thanks, Mr. Wolf." Vivienne grinned and dug into the steak with gusto.

Percival ruffled her hair affectionately, then turned to Gillian. "So, what were you saying?"

Gillian clenched the tablecloth beneath the table, her knuckles turning white with tension, the veins in her hands standing out starkly. Yet, for the sake of her image, she maintained a strained smile. "I was suggesting maybe the wedding bash should be in Sea City before heading back to Rivenwood for the ceremony."

Gillian did not believe for a second that Vivienne could be oblivious to the implications of her words. After all, she was the one the Boyd family had accepted as their future granddaughter-in-law! Percival smirked. "Vivienne and I only want a ceremony in Rivenwood. Sea City? We don't really have relatives there."

Gillian nearly bit through her lip. "Mr. Ellington, you must be misunderstanding something. Our parents have arranged this meeting of ours, and that's why we're here."

Percival's smile turned cold. "The reason we're here isn't some family setup. I wanted to make it clear: Vivienne is my fiancée. I did not introduce her properly last time, but you get the picture this time, right?" Tears rimmed Gillian's eyes. She could not believe Percival could be so heartless.

What was so special about Vivienne?

Was she not just some artisan perfumer, a designer, and a painter? In other words, someone who worked for their kind of aristocracy, a country bumpkin who thought a bit of skill could turn her into a swan. She was nothing but a clown!

Percival under

a top-notch family in Sea City. Even the

could a country

was

Was Percival blind?

wiped her mouth with a napkin and noticed Gillian's untouched steak.

Gillian's eye as she glared at Vivienne,

indifference, Vivienne shrugged.

helmet and wrapping an arm around her slender

you might want to head home early. Be careful, wouldn't want any mishaps!"

not over.

manifested physically as she yanked

spilling over Gillian, igniting as the flame met the spilled

"Ah! Help!"

fire instantly, but quick-thinking waitstaff

ruined, revealing far more than intended, including

an innocent-looking girl

clutched her clutch bag close, barely covering herself until a waiter kindly offered his

fled without a word of

home, Gillian locked herself in her room and

had never been

by her cries, knocked gently on her door. "Gillian,

into her father's chest. "Dad, Vivienne's gone too

frowned at the mention of

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