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."

aspects, Vivienne did protect her husband's dignity. Their private training sessions, where she hadn't beaten her husband, were their own secret enjoyment. No need to share that

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

if you offended them? A beaten

He had struggled for so long to reach his current position. Why should Percival easily inherit the position

the ground as the knife, after flying through the air, thudded into the double-pane glass of the tea

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

Percival, "Mr. Wolf, not bad. Your throwing knife skills have improved.

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

of similar age to Victoria,

saying this, as

The previously crowded room

Making sure he wouldn't embarrass himself

thought to

would 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

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

Brady cleverly approached, "Master, we can't get through

by Gavin's gaze, then whispered in Gavin's ear 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

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