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.

passion, while others are roused from sleep by their superiors, scolded for hours in front of the floor-to-ceiling

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

address the sky-high meal costs at north side? Complaint letters are piling up here, and at this critical moment, you choose to slack off and play dumb?! And you're running around over

had seen an influx of young

having picked up such rhetoric from who knows where, lambasted Kipling

nodding and scrambling for an explanation, "No, boss. With a face like mine, even if I tried to make a splash, I'd get nowhere. I just felt pity for Zinnia and her daughter, wanted to lend

evidence that her suicide

voice even louder at the mention of this, "With your talents, Kipling, 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

tone was sarcastic

let her. It's a losing battle from the start. In the end, it might even cast a

study several times, his gaze catching the online uproar. He stopped and sneered, "Alright, 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 position goodbye! Our department's got plenty of folks eyeing that

the ultimatum. Once he collected

berate me!

that throne! Thinking of firing me? We'll see about that! I want to

his phone tightly, a fierce light glinting in his eyes. He watched the break of dawn, his

Kaitlyn?

by the Abernathy and the Grimshaw families, you still think you can challenge me? Just wait and see! I'll show you that in the face of absolute power, all evidence is

the online controversy about the case had reached a fever pitch, with comments from all sides-insults, skepticism, and those just there

and immediately checked her app for more vitriol against

to sue

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