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

had welled up inside him at that moment

the white ashes mixed with the dirt, a throbbing pain shot through him, unsure which part was

he had viciously stomped on every patch of white. Even now, the

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

his vision

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

use of blaming me? Vivienne is the thief, Dad! Instead of lecturing me,

the chances of retrieving

shaking uncontrollably, "Dad, I was just worried Gavin would be duped by Vivienne; that's why I followed. I

I need you to teach

sharp crack sounded

are you doing? If you've got something to say, speak up. You're about to smash all the vases in

woman's gentle voice was

were in front

she had you! How did she manage to give birth to such a towering idiot without a shred of sense?

of power, Oliver was no match for Jasper. He only had the numbers to overwhelm Jasper with

was not the time for a fallout with the Perez family over a deceased relative. Yet

Vivienne!

a vindictive little creature with ruthless

was a blatant provocation of the Grimshaw

he couldn't find any evidence to

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

without finding words to refute.

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