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."

covered for

her eyes, dismissing him, "Yeah, yeah,

the man I, Griffin, have chosen. Wouldn't have him if

through to Leopold, who handed it to

was Anna, "Boss, the wedding venue was ambushed. Don't come here now; we've

voice grew heavy, "Were

injuries, including Mr. Hawthorn and his child. They've been taken to the hospital." After hanging up, Vivienne's concern was palpable, "Dorian,

her, "With mom and Finnian there,

suggested, "Maybe we

his tone, "Even if it's raining

speechless at his urgency; after all, the bride wasn't going

aback, whispered, "But the

was resolute, "Then we'll

alluring than ever. Leopold was speechless. A wedding at an explosion site? Talk about unconventional. Thomas hurried to a bullet-ridden car, retrieving the elegantly packaged

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,

seizing the moment, declared, "Then

raised an eyebrow, entrusting her with the

dumbfounded. Was

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

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

turn, she simply stated, "I

but it

rings exchanged and vows made, Percival wrapped Vivienne in his arms, sealing their promise with a