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.

stop! If you dare hurt Asher, the

roll back. As sweat trickled down his neck onto the wound, the stinging pain tormented his nerves, but

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

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

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

Grimshaw bodyguards exchanged looks. With their young master in someone else's grip, they dared not make a

ground with a series

by step out of the factory, only to be

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

and Vivienne,

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 will

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

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

his chest, his body trembling involuntarily, as though

clutching his chest, watched as the medic pulled the silver needle from

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 help you? What a waste! Can't even handle a young girl, and she leads you

as he ranted, "I don't know how the Abernathys ever put you in charge, you useless

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

outside, he

Why?

he feel this inexplicable

something's

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

beat, the