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.

midst of the settling dust, he remembered staring at

welled up inside him at that moment had vanished without

the dirt, a throbbing pain

Even now, the soles of his shoes

Was he supposed to bring the broken pieces

vision darkening, his body

roaring voice seemed distant, then close, finally settling on the ominous threat of a successor

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

she were found, the chances of retrieving

truth. His feet planted firmly on the ground, his hands at his sides shaking uncontrollably, "Dad, I was just worried Gavin would

to teach

sharp crack

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

woman's gentle voice was soothing

couldn't help but tremble, feeling that if he were in front of Oliver, the vase would surely

to give birth to such a towering idiot without a shred of sense? Wasn't last

Jasper. He only had

over a deceased relative. Yet the thought of the gaping hole

Vivienne!

little creature with ruthless

was a blatant provocation

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

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

without finding words to refute. Or rather, he didn't

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