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 single

him, "Yeah,

jumped in, "Of course, he's the man I, Griffin, have chosen. Wouldn't have

through to Leopold, who

venue was

grew heavy, "Were there

defend themselves are fine, but many guests sustained minor injuries, including Mr. Hawthorn and his child. They've been taken to the hospital." After hanging up, Vivienne's concern was palpable,

voice tightened, reassuringly embracing her, "With mom and Finnian there,

around, suggested, "Maybe we

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

crowd was speechless at his urgency; after all, the

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

"Then we'll marry right here." "Thomas, bring the

more alluring than ever. Leopold was speechless. A wedding at an explosion site? Talk about unconventional. Thomas hurried to

point, Vivienne didn't care about the location. As long as the man 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 her waist, a stunning contrast

seizing the moment, declared, "Then let

raised an eyebrow, entrusting her

was dumbfounded. Was this

to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, and to cherish her for as long as you both

from now on,

it was Vivienne's turn, she

about her friend's eagerness, but

Vivienne