The Million-Dollar Heart

Kaitlyn now regarded Vivienne's words as gospel truth. Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement.

After responding, she looked back at Vivienne, skepticism creeping into her eyes, "But should we really ignore all the stuff online?"

Vivienne cracked a smile, "Let's just let the dust settle for a bit."

Jerry came down the stairs, holding a stack of papers, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting a mysteriously enigmatic light, "Looks like Kipling is backed into a corner. Accusing us of using our influence is one thing, but to say the court's been bribed? Won't be long before the higher-ups squash it."

Leopold, lounging on the couch, made room for him, "Why not just release the evidence we have?"

"Go big or go home. Let's leave them with no room to talk." Just as he finished, Thomas gave him a look as if he'd lost his mind, "Have you gone soft from all the chasing from Sophie? The whole point was to drag the Abernathy family into the light. If you spill all the evidence now, how are we supposed to draw out the real power behind them?"

"We can't just sit on our hands, though." The thought of those radical online comments made Leopold click his tongue in disbelief.

How could people flip-flop so easily, believing whatever they hear?

Percival's eyes flickered with irritation as he glanced down at Vivienne.

When he saw her looking his way, he subtly gestured towards Leopold.

The message was clear: This Leopold's brain isn't quite up to snuff. He's not keepers.

Vivienne felt the same way.

Jerry surveyed the room, facepalming at the embarrassment before he couldn't hold back any longer and punched Leopold lightly, "Who said we're doing nothing? I've got everything ready, just waiting for Vivienne's go-ahead."

under his breath but didn't dare to voice his complaints aloud. His eyes brightened at Jerry's words, "What, what? Let me

growing astonishment, "This is Kipling's bank

eyes, "Do you forget what we're dealing with here? Do I even

his sister's marriage made

rose in Leopold's cheeks as he chuckled sheepishly, lowering his head to keep poring over the documents under the peculiar gazes of

wasn't much see, really. Kipling, a mere director, had nothing but his

the page, "Oh my, this is..." His interest waned, but his eyes suddenly widened, and

head at the commotion. His cool gaze swept over the figures, freezing for a moment before he hissed under

about the contents was replaced by realization,

a daze, nodded, "Yeah, and it's not a small amount either! But he's just a director, right? Why are so many people sending him money, and in

wrap his head around

that the money isn't really for

his gaze was

not for him. What you're holding is also

all walks of life, even from

"These people, after sending money to Gavin, all see

become proficient in ancient

a set of photos in

injuries, not the kind inflicted

eyes bloodshot, bodies overly muscular, looking nothing short

martial arts wishes? Why does everyone look like zombies straight

haven't these photos surfaced