The Million-Dollar Heart

Kaitlyn had no talent for the arts of ancient warrior lineage. She could barely protect herself under the watchful eyes of her peers, and now she was the most relaxed among them. "I don't really pay attention! I follow Vivienne's lead!"

Vivienne's smile grew even brighter. "It's just a couple of urns of ashes. If you want to smash them, go ahead. I just hope Mr. Grimshaw and Gavin don't live to regret it!"

With that, Vivienne turned to Leopold. "Let's bounce, Leopold!"

"What?"

As Gavin and Asher gaped in shock, Leopold ripped off the latex mask from his face, his smile wild. "You got it, Vivienne!"

"Not good!" Asher's keen eyes spotted the red cartridge in his hand. Breaking free from Vivienne's clutches, he dashed forward, intent on stopping him.

"Gavin, are you out of your mind?" As he charged ahead, he didn't forget to glance at Gavin, frowning and lost in thought. "If Miss Hawthorn doesn't give a damn about the peace of her friends' parents after death, why should we care? Stuff like ashes, better to scatter them to the winds!"

"You're right."

Vivienne's fingers flashed with a cold gleam, and a sharp silver needle plunged into Asher's acupoint as he was caught off guard. "Ashes, indeed, are better scattered."

"Ugh..." The pain was like being torn apart, forcing Asher to his knees.

Vivienne didn't think it was enough, stomping hard on his shoulder. "Especially for a man like Mr. Grimshaw. Perfect for grinding to dust!"

"Asher!" Gavin's grip on the urn tightened. He might not respect Asher, but he couldn't let him be harmed on his watch!

"Freeze!"

A dagger with a cold glint was pressed against Asher's throat, the blade cutting through his skin, with blood dripping down the silver edge onto the ground.

"Vivienne, stop! If you dare hurt Asher, the Grimshaws won't let you

Asher's forehead, the pain causing his eyes to roll back. As sweat trickled down his neck onto the wound,

was laced with an indistinct resentment. His gaze,

even smiling down at Asher. "Mr. Grimshaw, you're

glanced at Asher's bodyguards. "What's up? Doesn't your

their young master in

the ground with a series

step by step out of the factory, only to be interrupted by

in black, rolling down his car window. His gaze was fixed solely on Vivienne.

and Vivienne, seeing this, was

Leopold, who was protecting Kaitlyn

the cars and the doors were shut, Vivienne slowly removed the dagger from Asher's throat. Then, with a sharp knee to the man's lower back, she snapped, "Scram, you waste!" "Vivienne... I will have your

speeding away and the sound of the urn shattering. The dust kicked

looked at the white

if a heavy stone weighed on his chest, his body

chest, watched as the medic pulled the silver needle from

side, his mood plummeting. "What are you waiting for? Get moving,

as he ranted, "I don't know how the Abernathys ever put you in

His cold gaze lingered on Asher for only a moment

solid ground outside, he couldn't help but look

Why?

did he feel

something's happened

rolling in the mud without care, collapsing at Gavin's

heart skipped a beat,