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 secret enjoyment. No need to share that with

looked bewilderedly threatened, she felt no sympathy. Blinking to signal him to stay out of it,

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

so long to reach his current position. Why should Percival easily inherit the position

to the ground as

few steps: There's a murderous aura, not safe to stay

Wolf, not bad. Your throwing knife skills have improved. But, no blood was

lifted, his cold gaze warming for a moment as it swept over Vivienne. Then,

Gavin, despite being of similar age to Victoria,

saying this, as if even

The dozen men departed as swiftly as they had arrived. The previously crowded room was now empty again, deaving Seaton swallowing hard. His glance

Gavin finally moved, the middle-aged man taking a step forward with difficulty. Making sure he wouldn't

thought to

he also pondered the question Vivienne had raised. Why

hidden in his mind. Long after the Abernathy family's fall, the mystery remained unsolved. But now was not the

we can't get through to Vivienne. But there's

"We can't touch Vivienne. How about we go after Dorian Hawthorn, and Kaitlyn's

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

of the big hole behind his mother's