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."

Vivienne did protect her husband's dignity. Their private training sessions, where she hadn't beaten her husband, were their own secret

sympathy. Blinking to signal him to stay out of it, she turned back to face Gavin with Percival, "Mr. Wolf, just

you offended them? A beaten

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.

white hair fluttered to the ground as the knife, after flying through the air, thudded into the

few steps: There's a murderous

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

over Vivienne. Then, turning back to Gavin, his expression was

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

this, as if

his eyes, Percival quickly looked away and left the room with Vivienne. The dozen men departed as swiftly as they had arrived. The previously crowded room was now

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

thought to himself

Vivienne had raised. Why did Gavin become the head of the family in the first place? How could Gavin's

after the Abernathy family's fall, the

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

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

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

Thinking of the big hole behind his mother's tombstone, Gavin's hatred surged uncontrollably. But