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."

training sessions, where she hadn't beaten her husband, were their own secret enjoyment. No need to share that

bewilderedly threatened, she felt no sympathy. Blinking to signal him to stay out of it, she turned back to face Gavin with Percival, "Mr. Wolf, just now, Gavin was

what if you offended them? A beaten dog, nothing to

current position. Why should Percival easily inherit the position within the Ellington family? The more he thought about it, the more jealous he became. Gavin's eyes narrowed, "I am, after all, your elder! Is this how Richard taught you? No manners, showing no respect

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

a few steps: There's

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

his cold gaze warming for a moment as it swept over Vivienne. Then, turning back to Gavin, his expression was ice-cold again, "You don't deserve to

to Victoria, feel an inexplicable fear, "Next time, Gavin, this knife will

this, as

as they had arrived. The previously crowded room was now empty again, deaving Seaton

seemed like an eternity, Gavin finally moved, the middle-aged man taking a step forward with difficulty. Making sure he wouldn't embarrass himself

to

Victoria heard about this, she'd probably die laughing. At this moment, he also pondered the question Vivienne had raised. Why

mind. Long after the Abernathy family's fall, the

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

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

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

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