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."

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

to signal him to stay out of it, she

"So what if you offended them? A beaten dog,

overpowered by a junior, especially one from the Ellington family, filled Gavin with resentment and dissatisfaction. He had struggled for so long to reach his current position. Why should Percival easily inherit the position within the Ellington family? The more he thought about it, the more jealous he became. Gavin's eyes narrowed, "I am, after all, your elder!

temple! A strand of his white hair fluttered to the ground as the knife,

pushed his stunned friend back a few steps: There's a

"Mr. Wolf, not bad. Your throwing knife skills

as it swept over Vivienne. Then, turning back to Gavin, his expression was ice-cold again, "You don't deserve to be my

gaze was intimidating, making Gavin, despite being of similar age to Victoria, feel an inexplicable fear, "Next time,

this, as if even

left the room with Vivienne. The dozen men departed as swiftly as they had arrived. The previously crowded

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

to

this moment, he also pondered the question Vivienne had raised. Why did Gavin become the head

fall, the mystery remained unsolved. But now was not the time

"Master, we can't get through to Vivienne. But there's another path we

upon his signal, "We can't touch Vivienne. How about we go after Dorian Hawthorn, and Kaitlyn's in-laws? I heard those two old fools

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

hole behind his mother's tombstone, Gavin's hatred surged uncontrollably. But the thought