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.

Colin circumvented

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

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

calling Draven, "Shift the focus to Hunter alone, including his

over the gathered

"Make the Wrights go bankrupt without leaving

Downstairs.

sitting at a low

the two families and the Perez side, there were just too many

stacked beside

over writing names, feeling a sense

scene felt

she asked, "Mom, isn't the wedding a bit away? Why the

by the list of names, nearly snapped at

Have you even checked the

Vivienne: "The 12th."

wedding

to be at the

was a good day in both the lunar and Gregorian calendars. Even the heavens agree it's a

Vivienne fell silent.

it was this month, forgetting to ask the

with Mr. Wolf was just 6

to write. You and Percival need to do yours too.

the ones for your master and Dorian. You just work on your

she just delegate all these tasks to

seemed to be finalizing

the first time, she realized how

sorted in a day, with only the invitations personally written by them. Now it

"Vivienne?"

out when our wedding is. Is it too late?" Percival chuckled softly, "Vivienne, just wait for me to pick

"Really?"

"And

I'll send you the list of invitees, and once you confirm, I'll distribute

"Okay."

up, Vivienne immediately received Percival's