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.

smirk, Colin circumvented them and left the

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

the morning, "Robbie is trapped; the

Draven, "Shift the focus to Hunter

over the gathered info to

review, Vivienne texted Matthew, "Make the

Downstairs.

sitting at a low table preparing the

and the Perez side, there

of invitations stacked beside

them frantic over writing names, feeling a sense of

scene felt

"Mom, isn't the wedding a

the list of names, nearly snapped at

can you say it's far? Have you

Vivienne: "The 12th."

wedding is

it supposed to be at the end

added, "Dear, we can't just change the date. When we picked it, your mom and I made sure it was a good day in both the

Vivienne fell silent.

month, forgetting to

Wolf was just

"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, leaving no time for

ones for your master and Dorian. You

she just delegate all these tasks

be finalizing the

she realized how cumbersome wedding planning

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

"Vivienne?"

our wedding is. Is it too late?" Percival

"Really?"

"And

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

"Okay."

up, Vivienne immediately received