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.

urn higher. "Vivienne, stop! If you dare hurt Asher,

back. As sweat trickled down his neck onto the wound,

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

unphased, even smiling down at Asher.

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

Grimshaw bodyguards exchanged looks. With their young master in someone else's grip, they dared

clattered to the ground with

out of the factory, only to be interrupted by

up to see a stranger in black, rolling down his car window. His gaze was fixed solely on Vivienne. "Ma'am, get

at the entrance, and Vivienne, seeing this, was

who was protecting Kaitlyn

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

the cars speeding away and the sound of the urn shattering.

retreating as he looked at

welled up within him, as if a heavy stone weighed on his chest, his body trembling involuntarily, as though he'd

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

side, his mood plummeting. "What are you waiting for? Get moving, or do you expect me to

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

taut. His cold gaze lingered on Asher for only a

outside, he couldn't

Why?

feel this

something's happened at the

mud without care, collapsing at Gavin's feet. His face was a mess of snot and blood, his forehead swollen and bleeding, looking

beat, the unease growing.