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.

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

trickled down his neck onto

an indistinct resentment. His gaze, heavy as a specter at midnight, struggled

seemed unphased, even smiling down at Asher.

up? Doesn't your young master's word count for

looks. With their young master in someone else's grip, they

to the ground

step by step out of the factory, only

in black, rolling down his car window.

the entrance, and Vivienne, seeing this, was in

was protecting Kaitlyn in the middle, they led the others

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

roar was lost in the roar of the cars speeding away and the sound of the urn shattering. The dust

and mouth, retreating as he looked at the white spread

as if a heavy stone weighed on his

clutching his chest, watched as the medic pulled the silver needle from his acupoint, the

side, his mood plummeting. "What are you waiting for? Get moving, or do you expect me to help you? What a waste! Can't even handle a young girl, and

at Vivienne's hands as he ranted, "I don't know how the Abernathys ever

tightly, his cracked lips taut. His cold gaze lingered on Asher for only a moment

ground outside, he couldn't help but look

Why?

he feel this inexplicable

something's happened at the

responsible for guarding the Abernathy Graveyard came tumbling over, rolling in the mud without care, collapsing at Gavin's feet. His face was a mess of snot and blood, his forehead

a beat,