The Million-Dollar Heart

In the classroom, Aaron slid into a seat near the back, and Kenneth ambled over to join him, idly flipping through a textbook.

Before long, the pair caught snippets of hushed whispers and the occasional snicker from nearby students.

Turning in unison, they spotted a girl seated behind them. Her face bore a deep scar that seemed to draw the cruel curiosity of their classmates. Aaron's expression remained impassive as he turned away; such sights were hardly a novelty.

But Kenneth could not peel his eyes away, a sense of familiarity nagging at him.

Aaron yanked Kenneth's head back around. "Dude, can you not stare at every girl you meet?"

Kenneth forcibly shifted his gaze back, muttering, "I've only stared at Anna! And this girl, she just looks so familiar. Wait, aren't you Mara?"

Kenneth, who had grown up under the care of Cecilia, naturally recognized Mara, though they were never close.

Mara had once looked down on Kenneth for being adopted, echoing Percival's snooty attitude. It was all rather shameless.

And Kenneth had his own gripes about Mara-her affected airs and constant "big brother" this and "big brother" that had always grated on him.

Although they never clashed openly, there was a silent mutual disdain, with each barely tolerating the other's presence. Without adults around, not trading eye rolls was as cordial as it got. Mara lifted her head, her surprise at seeing Kenneth fleeting before she masked it with indifference. "Kenneth? What are you doing here?"

"That's my line. What happened to your face?"

Kenneth had been away from home and was clueless about the Boyd family's upheaval.

Mara glanced down, her voice soft. "It's nothing. You're studying here too?"

Kenneth, never having heard Mara speak so meekly, was intrigued. "Yeah, you transferred here? Does Aunt Cecilia know?"

"Yeah. I'm here for grad school. My advisor said I've fallen behind, so he recommended I attend some classes to catch up," Mara explained, casting a timid glance at Aaron's back.

annoying, her current vulnerability softened

an arm around Aaron's shoulder, introducing them. "This is my friend, Aaron. Say

He was as ignorant of the Boyd family drama as Vivienne would allow him to be. During his time in Sea City, the Nine Mystics Society had

Mara. "Hey, class is

tone left little room

the hint, said to Kenneth, "Let's focus on class for now. We can

voice, "Hey, hey," only to receive

Kenneth was sprawled on his desk, asleep. Aaron nudged

right. Hey, Mara, it's lunchtime. Join

to her scar, followed Aaron

chance to

story, conveniently omitting her misdeeds

me, but thankfully, Vivienne didn't hold a grudge, allowing

You should be knocking your head on the floor in thanks. If I knew they were having

by Kenneth's newfound affection. "Since when are you so

last piece of chicken

up Mara with a critical

get familiar with the

discreetly called Vivienne to

worry about her; focus

teach her a lesson?" Aaron was eager to

to Aaron, he had not seen her

to retaliate

rebuked him. "Aaron, you are the head of the Miller family, a leader in the Nine Mystics Society. I gave you that power to enrich yourself, not to squabble with small fry!" Aaron flinched, realizing his

his zealousness that had clouded his judgment, making him forget

he apologized, realigning his

performance has been slipping, and the staff are restless. There are also some power plays happening within the Miller family. As the head of the family, it's your duty to