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.

circumvented

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

"Robbie is trapped; the old man has brought someone back, identity

to Hunter alone, including his movements these past few

the gathered info to

a quick review, Vivienne texted Matthew, "Make the Wrights go bankrupt without

Downstairs.

head, sitting at a low table preparing the invitations

side, there were just too many people to

of invitations stacked

frantic over writing names, feeling a

felt

the wedding

by the list of names, nearly snapped at Vivienne's

say it's far? Have you even checked

Vivienne: "The 12th."

wedding

supposed to be at the end of

it was a good day in both the lunar and Gregorian

Vivienne fell silent.

it was this month, forgetting to ask the exact

wedding with Mr. Wolf was

Percival need to do yours too. Don't wait till the day before to remember, leaving no

master and Dorian. You just work on your guest list."

all these

Percival, he seemed to be finalizing

time, she realized

parents' wedding being sorted in a day, with only the invitations personally written by them.

"Vivienne?"

Vivienne said, "Mr. Wolf, I just found out when our wedding is.

"Really?"

blinked, "And

the list of invitees, and once you

"Okay."

immediately received Percival's list of