The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 717

"Country bumpkin?"

Vivienne arched an eyebrow, an expression that hadn't crossed her face in quite some time.

She surveyed Ramona with a critical eye, noting the girl couldn't be more than twenty. With her doll-like features, it was no wonder she had become an overnight sensation.

It wasn't just the push from her handlers behind the scenes; that pretty face was surely a factor.

Withdrawing her gaze, Vivienne's clear eyes shifted to Dorian. "Dorian, what's going on? Didn't we agree that Kala was to be the face of the new perfume line?"

She paused, noting Dorian's evasive look.

She asked, "You're in trouble, why didn't you talk to me?"

"I will explain everything later, Vivienne," Dorian replied, his face showing distress. "Ms. Grimshaw, this is my daughter. Please be respectful."

After he spoke, he turned to face Ramona with a stern expression.

Something was off.

Vivienne tugged at Percival's sleeve, and without a word, he understood. He gestured to Thomas, indicating he should lean in closer.

Ramona, meanwhile, was visibly irked by Percival's blatant disregard for her, his attention solely on Vivienne.

Her voice dripped with jealousy, "Percival, darling, look at them! I wouldn't have taken this ad gig if it wasn't for your sake. Now, they're all ganging up on me."

Her whiny voice grated on Vivienne's nerves.

together as she scoffed, "Ms. Grimshaw, are you supposed to be some kind of mother hen? Clucking away like you're laying

and she pointed at Vivienne. "You, you country bumpkin! What right do you have to talk to

shrill voice drew the attention of the entire banquet hall

among themselves, their

on here? Who's calling Ms. Hawthorn a

Ms. Hawthorn is known as the perfume maestro Q, not to

someone as accomplished as Ms. Hawthorn is being called a country bumpkin, what does that make the rest

chimed in with a smirk, "All this talk of country bumpkins. One would think Ms. Grimshaw was some kind of high-born

slapped Vivienne then and there. Her face

would have thought that this woman, once so easily bullied

teeth in frustration as she said, "You just wait! I won't let you get

finished bathing Karen and was carrying the basin to

slice it,

the bathroom flickered

open the bathroom door to find nothing but darkness. Without hesitation, she followed the rope that someone had

man cautiously stepped in, making

flooded with light, and Willa, with lightning-fast reflexes, threw a dagger that pinned

the minor disturbance did

where

a light-hearted tone,

demeanor was cool

hurriedly explained, "No, no. I wish she'd leave faster.

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