The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 783

As the butler deliberated on the best response to appease Asher, a man hurriedly approached from the side, clutching a smartphone. "Young Master, it's the Boss on the phone."

Asher's pupils shrank, his breath coming in strained gasps. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he picked up the incessantly vibrating phone. The second he pressed the answer button, Oliver's furious roar blasted clearly into everyone's ears. "You bloody fool! What have you done?"

"I, I, I just wanted to capture Vivienne back. Dad, I..."

A man in his thirties, Asher believed he hadn't felt this cloak of fear enveloping his heart since reaching adulthood, leaving him stammering, devoid of any spirit to fight back. Even guilt crept in. "Capture Vivienne, huh? Great, just great..." Oliver was panting heavily over the phone, and faintly, the soothing voice of a woman could be heard.

The sound of porcelain shattering clattered in his ears, and it was about five minutes later that Oliver, through gritted teeth and with venom in his voice, said, "Asher, have you lost your damn mind? A girl with no title, no status, and you're squabbling with her? You, get your ass back here now! Look at the mess you've made; how did I ever sire such a disappointment?"

Asher's heart skipped a beat. "Dad, what on earth happened? What did Vivienne do?"

"What did she do?" Oliver scoffed. "The Grimshaw family crypt has been desecrated, you tell me what happened? Asher, I'm telling you! You better pray your mother's urn can be found. Otherwise, forget about being the heir to this family!"

A chill ran through Asher.

Found?

Where could he possibly search?

The sound of the white porcelain urn shattering seemed to echo once again in his ears.

of the settling dust, he remembered staring at the fragments scattered on the

that had welled up inside him at that moment

throbbing pain shot through him, unsure which part was his mother's

patch of white. Even now,

he supposed to bring the

vision darkening, his

voice seemed distant, then close, finally settling

back from fear, "What's the use of blaming me? Vivienne is the thief, Dad! Instead of lecturing me, you should be

the chances of

was just worried

to teach me

crack

to say, speak up. You're about to

woman's gentle voice was soothing to the

help but tremble, feeling that if he were in front

manage to give birth to such a towering idiot without a shred of sense? Wasn't last time embarrassing enough for you? You want

only had the numbers to overwhelm Jasper with

deceased relative. Yet the thought of the gaping hole in

Vivienne!

vindictive little creature with

blatant provocation of the Grimshaw

worse, he couldn't find any evidence

to blame. None of this would have happened if he hadn't meddled. How

to refute. Or

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