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

out of it,

if you offended them? A beaten dog, nothing

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

could finish, a knife whizzed past Gavin's temple! A strand of his white hair fluttered to the ground as the knife, after flying through the air, thudded

quickly pushed his stunned friend back a few steps: There's a murderous aura,

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

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

Gavin, despite being of similar age to Victoria, feel an inexplicable fear, "Next time, Gavin, this knife will pierce through your

as

crowded room

forward with difficulty. Making sure he wouldn't embarrass himself by falling,

to

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 Gavin become the

mind. Long after the Abernathy family's fall, the mystery remained unsolved. But now

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

can't touch Vivienne. How about we go after Dorian

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

the big hole behind his mother's tombstone, Gavin's hatred