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.

he remembered staring at the

him at that moment had

ashes mixed with the dirt, a throbbing pain shot through him,

now, the

else could he search? Was he supposed to bring the broken

staggered, his vision darkening, his

distant, then close, finally settling on the ominous threat of

blaming me? Vivienne is the thief, Dad! Instead

were found, the chances of retrieving the stolen items were

uncontrollably, "Dad, I was just worried Gavin would be duped by Vivienne; that's why I followed. I truly had no idea that this girl could be

fool, do I need you to teach me how to handle

sharp crack sounded

got something to say, speak up. You're about to smash all the vases in the house at

voice was soothing to

but tremble, feeling that if he were in front of Oliver, the vase would surely be

you! How did she manage to give birth to such a towering idiot without a shred of sense? Wasn't last time embarrassing enough

for Jasper. He only had the numbers to overwhelm

the Perez family over a deceased relative.

Vivienne!

vindictive little

was a blatant provocation of

to make matters worse, he couldn't find any evidence

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

refute. Or

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