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

sweat trickled down his neck onto the wound, the stinging pain tormented his nerves, but he had to muster

angry voice was laced with an indistinct resentment. His gaze, heavy as a specter at

at Asher.

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

master in someone else's grip, they

weapons clattered to the ground with a series of

of the factory, only to be interrupted by

his car window. His gaze was fixed solely on Vivienne. "Ma'am, get

and Vivienne, seeing this, was in no

was protecting Kaitlyn in

Asher's throat. Then, with a sharp knee to the man's lower back, she snapped, "Scram, you waste!" "Vivienne...

lost in the roar of the cars speeding away and the sound of the urn shattering. The dust kicked up choked

as he looked at the white spread on the ground,

indescribable discomfort welled up within him, as if a heavy stone weighed on his chest, his

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

at Gavin standing to the side, his mood plummeting. "What are you waiting for? Get moving, or

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

on Asher for only a moment before his expression changed. He didn't reply, simply following Asher out of the

solid ground outside, he couldn't help but

Why?

feel

Bad news, something's

rolling in the mud without care, collapsing at Gavin's feet. His face was a mess of snot and blood, his

beat, the