The Million-Dollar Heart

Percival massaged the bridge of his nose, a sense of inevitability hanging in the air.

With a soft cough to clear his throat, he said, "Uncles, forgive me, I can't wait any longer for Vivienne. Marrying her isn't about weighing the pros and cons; it's about giving her my whole heart. Rest assured, as long as I draw breath, Vivienne will never be aggrieved!"

Maddox had intended to give Percival a hard time, but faced with such sincere devotion, he found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

Fredrick and Yuri exchanged glances. They had been quite cross, but now their anger seemed to have dissipated.

What had gone wrong?

Vivienne glanced at her three uncles and smiled. "Don't worry, Uncles. Getting married was my idea. I trust him."

The uncles looked at each other and sighed softly.

What could they say?

Their little angel's heart was already so entwined with Percival that they feared she might get upset with them for trying to settle scores with him! Oh well, it was done!

The license was signed; what else could be done? They couldn't seriously expect them to divorce, could they? That was the last thing they wanted.

"If that's how you feel," they conceded, "then let it be. But Percival, Vivienne is our treasure. We expect you to throw a fitting wedding."

"Of course! I'll give Vivienne the grandest wedding in the world!" Percival declared.

Richard and Cecilia had planned to discuss the wedding arrangements with the Perez family, but the commotion involving rogue robots in town had them worried that someone might use the incident to harm both the Ellington and Perez families, so they shelved the plans for the time being.

matter was settled, the wedding would indeed be the next order

chat, Percival and

they were about to leave, Vivienne suddenly remembered something. "Mr. Wolf, hold on, I forgot

nodded and waited

needle and a sealed bag, meticulously packaged it, and slipped it into her pocket. Once

she felt especially

the private jet disappear into the sky before turning

was correct; this visit to M State was merely a ruse, coincidentally

thinning; F-Poison was barely hanging on.

It was time for someone more capable to take the

Vivienne wasted no time

area, Vivienne and Percival sat in

mused, "Mr. Wolf, what do you think

woman in red seemed to hold little regard for F-Poison, the notorious founder of RST, whose tactics had become many people's nightmares. Yet, in her eyes, F-Poison seemed no more than an ant. "She's an enigma," Percival said, his

"How much

handed her his phone; on the screen was a

our people here and in M State investigate her before we came back. All the information is the same. There's

time he had searched for someone and come up with

the head of GTO, that he was not alone, and they had some leads on his covert dealings. But this woman was a ghost in all major factions and

on the phone, handed it back to Percival, and smirked. "Looks like she's an even

stern. "We don't know her purpose yet. You must be