The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 792

Vivienne's fingers, long and slender, grazed the hem of his pajama top, causing the loose button to give way and revealing the solid chest beneath.

Vivienne shifted, resting her head on his shoulder, "I never had any intention of going."

She gave a muffled groan as his hands began to roam over her, "Tomorrow, we've got other, more important matters to attend to."

Percival arched an eyebrow, "Oh? Like what?"

With a light chuckle, Vivienne's long legs swung over, positioning her atop him. Her eyes, seductive as she smiled, the crimson at the corners enough to make Percival's Adam's apple bob twice in quick succession.

Noticing his movement, Vivienne's smile grew, "Mr. Wolf, you still owe me for this month's dues."

As her words trailed off, Percival's lips captured the remaining whispers. Beneath the inky expanse of the duvet, the contours rose and fell.

The boundless fervor of spring spread throughout the master bedroom, while outside, even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds.

But.

For some, joy abounds; for others, woes mount.

others are roused from sleep by their superiors,

vent on Vivienne upon Kipling, sparing no courtesy, "You really think you're something, don't you, Kipling Abernasy! Stirring up trouble, offering your

sky-high meal costs at north side? Complaint letters are piling up here, and at this critical moment, you choose to slack off

had seen an influx of young

picked up such rhetoric from who knows where,

dare retort, only nodding and scrambling for an explanation, "No, boss. With a face like mine, even if I tried

evidence that her suicide

maybe I should ask the Public Security Bureau to take you in! But they wouldn't want you either. Someone who bases their investigations on guesswork could cause countless miscarriages of justice. The workload for our colleagues at the prosecutor's

tone was sarcastic

wants to sue, let her. It's a losing battle from the start. In the end,

you say you want to do the department a favor, huh? Well, let me tell you, if you win this lawsuit, all's well. But if you lose, you can kiss your director

ultimatum. Once he

berate me!

One day, I'll pull you down from that throne! Thinking

glinting in his eyes. He watched the break of dawn, his smile

Kaitlyn?

you couldn't beat me years ago. And now, backed by the Abernathy and the Grimshaw families, you still think you can challenge

had reached a fever pitch, with comments from all sides-insults, skepticism, and those just

woke up and immediately checked her app for more vitriol

she sensed something off-someone dared to sue

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