The Million-Dollar Heart

The woman in red's pupils dilated with a smirk of triumph curling at her lips, gazing at Vivienne as if she was admiring a long-awaited masterpiece. "Because of you, of course," she drawled with satisfaction. Vivienne's brows knitted together, but before she could retort, a gust of force struck from behind.

The robed figure who had vanished earlier launched a surprise attack from the rear, heading straight for her.

Vivienne countered with a swift wave of her hand, unleashing a burst of inner force.

However, she realized too late that it was a diversion. In the moment she acted, the assailant had already teleported in front of Abigail, attempting to whisk her away.

Percival stepped forward with a powerful strike, not expecting Abigail, hidden behind the cloak, to emerge and block his attack, providing the robed figure a chance to escape. With Abigail severely injured, the robed figure formed a series of hand seals. In an instant, they vanished from sight, leaving behind only the sound of the wind.

Everyone was stunned. The pair had... disappeared into thin air.

Vivienne and Percival exchanged looks, astonished that such instant teleportation abilities existed in the world.

Percival narrowed his eyes. "I used all my strength in that strike. With your poison in her and her energy depleted, she should've been gravely injured, if not dead." Vivienne understood his implication. Abigail would need specific "essentials" for healing. By following that trail, they wouldn't struggle to find her.

"Draven, secure the Wright family's safety and have someone infiltrate the police force. We must take immediate control of any reports filed," she commanded. Draven nodded, splitting the Nine Mystics Society into two groups-one to follow him and the other to stay and clean up the scene.

Their comrades rushed to the site upon receiving calls.

Charlotte and Griffin arrived, their bridesmaid dresses tarnished with blood and dirt, thankfully not their own.

Both inquired simultaneously, "Are you okay, Vivienne?"

Vivienne, inspecting their condition, frowned, "How bad are the injuries?"

Charlotte waved off the concern with a laugh, "Just scratches, really. Thanks to your men, we managed to hold our own against those killers."

grimaced, "Scratches? If I hadn't covered for you, you wouldn't have lasted a

dismissing him,

"Of course, he's the man I, Griffin, have chosen. Wouldn't have him if he weren't

their banter, a call came through to Leopold, who handed

"Boss, the wedding venue was

heavy, "Were

including Mr. Hawthorn and his child.

embracing her, "With mom

at the chaos around, suggested,

deepened, fierce determination in his tone, "Even if it's raining knives, we're

was speechless at his urgency; after all,

aback, whispered, "But the venue's gone, how can

gaze on Vivienne was resolute, "Then we'll marry right here." "Thomas, bring

at an explosion site? Talk about unconventional. Thomas hurried to a bullet-ridden car, retrieving the

opposite her was her Mr. Wolf, nothing else mattered. Her wedding dress, now a makeshift skirt from tearing off the cumbersome train, revealed her elegantly long legs. Her wavy hair cascaded down

seizing the moment, declared, "Then let me officiate the

entrusting

was dumbfounded. Was

to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, and to cherish her for as long as you both shall

with love, "I do. Vivienne, from now on, I'm yours to command. You're responsible for

Vivienne's turn, she simply

friend's eagerness, but it was time for the ring

and vows made, Percival wrapped Vivienne in his arms, sealing their promise