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

Asher's forehead, the pain causing his eyes to roll back. As sweat trickled down his neck onto the wound, the stinging pain tormented his nerves, but he had to muster his strength. "Let them

was laced with an indistinct resentment. His gaze, heavy as a

down at Asher. "Mr. Grimshaw, you're quite the

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

Grimshaw bodyguards exchanged looks. With their young master in someone

to the ground with a

out of the factory, only to be interrupted by

up to see a stranger in black, rolling down his car window. His gaze

entrance, and Vivienne, seeing this, was in no

exchange of glances with Leopold, who was protecting Kaitlyn in the

everyone was in the cars and the doors were shut, Vivienne slowly removed the dagger from Asher's throat. Then, with

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

nose and mouth, retreating as he looked at the

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

chest, watched as the medic pulled the silver needle from

swearing non-stop. His eyes, bloodshot, glanced at Gavin standing to the side, his mood plummeting. "What are you waiting for? Get moving, or do you expect me to

hands as he ranted, "I don't know how the

taut. His cold gaze lingered on Asher for only a moment before his expression changed. He didn't reply, simply following

ground outside,

Why?

did he feel this

Bad news, something's happened at the

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

beat, the unease