The Million-Dollar Heart

Robbie eyed him with suspicion, "You're not gonna fight me for the Wright inheritance?"

Robbie smirked coldly, "What I've always wanted isn't the Wright fortune, but all of you."

Robbie squinted, "What do you mean?"

"Do you know how Dad really died?"

Colin's tone was casual, but Robbie's eyes reddened at his words, "Colin, what are you trying to say?"

Ignoring Robbie's anger, Colin calmly laid out the truth.

"You all think Dad died in a car crash fleeing the pressure from Grandpa, choosing love over the Wright legacy. But what if I told you, Dad actually took his own life!"

Robbie's face went pale, "You're talking nonsense!"

"Dad was driven to his death by your mom, that woman. If it hadn't been for her, Dad wouldn't have died, my mom wouldn't have been driven to suicide, and the entire Wright legacy would have been mine. All of this is on you."

After having enough of Robbie's hysteria, Colin decided not to reveal the whole truth.

Sometimes, the less you know, the more it leads to speculation.

Brushing off nonexistent dust, he planned to leave, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. I came here just to tell you that you think Grandpa can't do without you, but in reality, you're just paving the way for Winston."

"Stop right there!"

Robbie, unwilling to accept this, couldn't believe Grandpa would entrust the vast Wright legacy to a kid, "You're saying Grandpa values Winston more?"

Colin laughed, his gaze cold as it landed on Robbie's incredulous face, a sense of triumph surging within him, "Exactly, but even Winston is just the same."

"In his eyes, we're all just pawns."

Pawns meant to follow orders!

As Colin left the manor, heading back, the butler's voice echoed, "The old man said just to deliver the items and not to meddle in anything else."

Colin slipped behind a wall, watching as several people made their way deeper into the manor.

Their target wasn't Robbie.

a smirk, Colin circumvented them and

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

an anonymous message early in the morning, "Robbie is trapped; the old

"Shift the focus to Hunter alone,

over the gathered

review, Vivienne texted Matthew, "Make the

Downstairs.

at a low

the two families and the Perez side, there

invitations stacked beside their

them frantic over writing names, feeling a sense of déjà

scene felt oddly

wedding a bit away?

by the list of names, nearly snapped

you say it's far? Have you even checked

Vivienne: "The 12th."

"Your wedding is on

to be

we picked it, your mom and I made sure it was a good day in both the lunar and Gregorian calendars. Even the heavens agree

Vivienne fell silent.

was this month, forgetting to ask

with Mr. Wolf was just 6 days

"These invitations aren't just for us to write. You and Percival need to do yours too. Don't wait till the day before to remember,

and Dorian.

just delegate all these tasks to

Percival, he seemed to be finalizing the venue's floral arrangements and guest entry

the first time, she realized how cumbersome wedding

with only the invitations personally written by them. Now it was her turn, and

"Vivienne?"

out when our wedding is. Is it too late?" Percival

"Really?"

"And

taken care of. I'll send you the list of invitees,

"Okay."

up, Vivienne immediately received