The Million-Dollar Heart

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Finnian's face grew somber as he recounted the tale.

"But surprisingly, the family heads lost it. They accused my father of spouting madness and greed. A week later, our family suffered an unprecedented blow. That night, everyone disappeared without a trace." Finnian paused, the pain of the old wounds surfacing fleetingly across his features before vanishing just as quickly.

Perhaps time had dulled the sharp edges of his grief, but the sudden recollection still pierced him deeply.

After a minute, Finnian continued, "I wasn't home that night. I was out with Jasper Perez-your granddad-knocking back a few beers. When I got back, the stench of blood was heavy, but there was no sign of their bodies, not even of my baby sister, who had just been born. I knew something was off, so I hid.

Sure enough, by the next day, all traces of the Sheldon family were wiped clean. No one but your granddad looked for me, and I couldn't risk exposing myself or bringing trouble to him. Soon after, our family's Mystic Vein was carved up by the same family heads who had sought my father's fortune-telling. And just like that, no one mentioned the Sheldon family again."

Having finished his story, Finnian drained the last of his carrot juice and handed the empty glass to Percival. "Hit me."

Percival took the glass without a word, refilled it with carrot juice, and handed it back, then turned his attention back to grilling, serving up portions to Vivienne and Finnian.

"Kiddo, Vance descends from one of those families, an in-law from back in the day. You should know this. The Edwards family got rich off our Mystic Vein, beneficiaries of that old mess. Now they're looking for me, probably with some ulterior motive. But don't worry, they pose no threat to me. And Vance, he's not one of the ones who hunted me. Rest easy on that."

Vivienne relaxed a bit at Finnian's words.

If Vance was not after Finnian, his reasons for seeking him out must be different.

"Finnian, are you going to meet him?" She asked.

Finnian waved the idea off. "I've still got a lot of things to figure out. I can't meet him now. You go ahead with your business, and when it's time, I'll face him myself. Won't stand in the way of your payday." Finnian's face lightened as he tucked into the grilled meat.

protégé all too

money-grubber, that

the "a lot of things"

coughing violently for what felt like an eternity before he

already, and still you ask me.

only to find that Vivienne and Percival had

table's total comes to 38,800 dollars.

disbelief. "All this for

earlier took a bottle of our finest imported

Damn it!

had not sworn in ages, cursed them in

him to barbecue out

eight hundred

Hard-earned cash, gone!

handed them to Vesper, "Forty grand,

hotpot.

cozied

a hotpot," Vivienne mumbled, contentedly biting into a

a smear of sauce from the corner of her mouth. "Vivienne, something about what Finnian said doesn't sit right with me." Vivienne took a swig of cola. "Yeah,

an entire family over a fortune-telling? For an ancient warrior lineage sworn to serve their country, such extreme measures did not

only deepened the mystery. It could not just be about

was something else at play, something

interest in the ancient warrior lineage

lamb into the simmering broth for her, and she

full, she leaned back and said to Percival, "Mr. Wolf, the angle Vance is playing-it's all about the ancient