The Million-Dollar Heart

Gavin was fuming at Vivienne's words. Cursing her audacity, he regretted ever thinking of striking a deal with this woman. The memory of his mother's ashes turning to dust made him stand abruptly, his smile twisted as he said, "Since you're not willing to help, don't blame me for not being nice!"

"Last time, for my mother's sake, Vivienne, let's settle our scores today!"

With a gesture from Gavin, the bodyguards surrounding them were about to surge forward.

Vivienne's gaze was icy, but she showed no sign of panic.

Before anyone could move, the door of the private room was kicked open with a bang. Percival strode in with Leopold and others, "Who are you trying to settle scores with?!"

Behind him, a dozen bodyguards in black suits followed into the room, encircling Gavin and his men.

With an effortless stretch of his arm, Percival showed no regard for Gavin's crew. He pulled Vivienne behind him, his eyes filled with concern, "Are you alright?"

Vivienne pushed him gently, "Mr. Wolf, have you forgotten our training sessions together?"

"You've sparred with Percival?" Leopold peeked out from behind, not worried about Vivienne getting hurt. His Vivienne was invincible. The men Gavin had stood no chance against her. It was only Percival who was overly concerned.

Percival's face briefly stiffened, a crack appearing in his icy demeanor. Glancing at Leopold dispassionately, he said, "Our marital affairs are none of your business."

she hadn't beaten her husband, were their own secret enjoyment. No need

of it, she turned back to face Gavin with

what if you offended them? A beaten dog,

current position. Why should Percival easily inherit the position within

fluttered to the ground as the knife, after flying through the air, thudded into the double-pane glass of the tea house! Leopold's

a few steps: There's a murderous aura, not

Vivienne, with stars in her eyes, looked at Percival, "Mr. Wolf, not bad. Your throwing knife

eyebrows lifted, his cold gaze warming for a moment as it swept over Vivienne. Then, turning back to Gavin, his expression was ice-cold again, "You don't deserve

despite being of similar age to Victoria,

as if even

The dozen men departed as swiftly as they had arrived. The previously crowded room was now

what seemed like an eternity, Gavin finally moved, the middle-aged man taking a step forward with difficulty. Making sure he wouldn't embarrass himself by falling,

thought to

the question Vivienne had raised.

fall, the mystery remained unsolved. But now

can't get through to

we go after Dorian Hawthorn, and Kaitlyn's in-laws? I heard those

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

hole behind his mother's tombstone,