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."

Their private training sessions, where she hadn't beaten her husband, were their own

it, she turned back

replied, "So what if you offended them? A beaten dog, nothing

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.

white hair fluttered to the ground as the knife, after flying

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

eyes, looked at Percival, "Mr. Wolf, not bad. Your throwing knife skills have improved. But, no

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

of similar age to Victoria, feel an inexplicable

saying this, as

they had arrived. The previously crowded room was now empty again, deaving Seaton swallowing hard. His glance at Gavin, trying not to notice Gavin's trembling legs and the cold sweat on his

the middle-aged man taking a step forward with difficulty. Making sure he wouldn't embarrass himself

to himself

wait or not was unknown, but if Victoria heard about this, she'd probably die laughing. At this moment, he also pondered the question Vivienne had raised. Why did

Abernathy family's fall, the mystery remained unsolved.

Gavin enraged, Brady cleverly approached, "Master, we can't get through to Vivienne. But there's another path we can

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

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

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