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.

he raised the urn higher. "Vivienne, stop! If you

As sweat trickled down his neck onto the wound, the stinging pain tormented his nerves, but he had to muster his strength. "Let

resentment. His gaze,

even smiling down at Asher.

Vivienne glanced at Asher's bodyguards. "What's up? Doesn't your young master's word

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

ground with

out of the factory, only to be interrupted by the

his car window. His gaze was fixed solely

and Vivienne, seeing this, was

Leopold, who was protecting Kaitlyn in the

slowly removed the dagger from Asher's throat. Then, with a

roar of the cars speeding away and the sound of the urn shattering. The dust kicked up choked everyone, causing

nose and mouth, retreating as he looked at the white spread on the ground, his

within him, as if a heavy stone weighed on his chest, his body trembling

the silver needle from his acupoint, the trembling and urge to faint slowly

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

recent beating at Vivienne's hands as he ranted, "I don't know how

thoughts were abruptly interrupted. His fists clenched tightly, his cracked lips taut. His cold gaze lingered on Asher for only a moment before his expression changed. He didn't reply, simply following Asher out

the solid ground outside,

Why?

feel this inexplicable

Bad news, something's

the mud without care, collapsing at Gavin's feet. His face

a beat,