The Million-Dollar Heart

In the midst of chaos, out of nowhere, a figure lunged towards the center of the commotion, a blood-dripping knife in hand, aiming straight for Vivienne and Percival. "Vivienne, Percival, this is the end for you!" She remembered vividly, it was Percival's henchmen who had forcefully taken her aboard that dreadful ship where they broke her limbs without mercy.

And later, to compel her into submission, they severed the tendons in her limbs.

Ever since, she harbored a deep-seated desire to exact her revenge on the pair.

Upon hearing the commotion, Vivienne merely lifted her gaze and, with a swift motion, sent the attacker flying five meters away with a powerful kick before the blade could even graze her.

The assailant hit the ground, coughing up blood, yet refused to relinquish the opportunity to end the lives of her targets.

As Vivienne approached, the assailant, with a determined grasp on the knife and a last-ditch effort, lunged at Vivienne, desperation fueling her attack.

But Vivienne caught her hand effortlessly, the blood from the knife dripping onto her clothes.

A malevolent glint flashed in the eyes of the fallen woman.

Charlotte, who was nearby, noticed the tell-tale red spots on the attacker's arm and went pale with fear. "Vivienne, get away from her, she's got an infectious disease!"

Hearing the words "infectious disease," Percival's face turned ashen. He quickly pulled Vivienne to safety and, using his powers, flung the attacker away.

"Vivienne, we need to get you out of those clothes now!"

The disheveled woman struggled to her feet, spitting blood continuously.

However, upon seeing Percival's protective stance over Vivienne, she let out a raspy laugh filled with vindication.

"Heaven has eyes!"

"Indeed, heaven does watch over us!"

"Vivienne, always so aloof, let's see how you fare in your next life after enduring the same vile afflictions that have plagued me." Members of the Nine Mystics Society quickly restrained the woman, intending to hand her over to their young master for judgment.

Upon seeing the woman's face, marked by a distinct scar, even Charlotte was taken aback. "My God, are you... Arabella Hawthorn?"

long unspoken, triggered a profound reaction in Arabella, who glared at Charlotte with the ferocity

in a damp, cramped room

woman who had given her a glimmer of hope, advising her to

woman didn't survive a month, succumbing to

had revealed a

known as Percival, hastily removed her contaminated clothes and draped his jacket over

the first aid

Vivienne, "..."

seemed Mr. Wolf had overlooked a crucial

rendered her immune to most toxins. Furthermore, as a Specter

heading to the hospital

every drop of blood from her skin with alcohol swabs, Vivienne grasped

speak up, Mr. Wolf might succumb to

Wolf, my years of research into poisons

I won't be at ease until we're at the hospital!" Vivienne sighed, "Mr. Wolf, believe me, diseases carried in the blood pose no

him her unblemished arms and legs, "See, not a

finally relaxed, looking up

Wolf, you've forgotten. Our training and abilities have altered our bodies. External threats can't harm us unless they enter our

in danger, but the initial shock had left him momentarily paralyzed

Vivienne to be

calming Percival down, Vivienne approached

taken the trouble to seek death, she saw no

car, watched as Vivienne approached,

for them to leave; she intended to deal with Arabella

in three months, you'll

could finish, Vivienne's foot connected with

Abigail who rescued

and drenched in sweat from pain, couldn't muster a response, barely able to open her mouth without emitting

gaze was icy as she contemplated her next move. "Arabella, or should I

mention of that name, Arabella's eyes widened with hatred, staring back at Vivienne, "How did