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,

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

an indistinct resentment. His gaze, heavy

at Asher. "Mr. Grimshaw, you're

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

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

clattered to the ground with

of the factory,

rolling down his car window. His gaze was fixed solely

the entrance, and Vivienne, seeing

of glances with Leopold, who was protecting

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

speeding away and the sound of the urn

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

stone weighed on his chest, his

the silver needle from his acupoint, the trembling and urge

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

beating at Vivienne's hands as he ranted, "I don't know how the Abernathys ever put you in charge, you

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

onto the solid ground outside, he

Why?

did he feel this

news, something's happened

he stepped through the Abernathy gates, the disciple 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 swollen and bleeding,

beat, the unease growing.