The Million-Dollar Heart

When Leopold called again, Vivienne hit the reject button without a second thought.

Leopold had his merits, but subtlety wasn't one of them.

Forget his ancient warrior lineage for a moment; these days, with the Martinez family sheltered by the nation and holding the reins of weapon manufacturing, and Griffin being the sole heiress to the Martinez empire...

Marrying into that family would be a jackpot, even more so for Leopold. Yet, he hesitated. No wonder his nickname was "Husky." It was spot-on.

Percival, noticing her pout, chuckled and asked, "Still upset?"

Vivienne sighed, "What does Griffin even see in him?"

Percival weighed in objectively, "Well, Leopold might be a bit rough around the edges emotionally, but professionally? He's unmatched by his peers, perhaps even better."

After all the battles he'd charged into and missions he'd flawlessly executed, Percival, as a long-time friend and superior, had never doubted Leopold's capabilities.

Vivienne's lips curved into a smile, "Us folks from Emerald Mountain are never mediocre. Trust me, Griffin's making a smart bet this time."

If Leopold had even a breath left in him, he'd ensure he brought her back!

Percival raised an eyebrow, "That certain, huh?"

Vivienne nodded, her protective instincts kicking in, "Of course, I know my brother. He's no fool, contrary to what others might think."

Percival just smiled, letting the conversation drop.

Nearing noon, they finally headed towards their destination.

In a specially designed room, an elderly man sat against the light, legs crossed in a meditation pose, revealing only his back.

Vivienne paused at the door, turning to the person beside her, "How long has he been like this?"

"Since he was brought in. Not a word spoken, not a drop

about to ask further when another

that man named Colin has

Percival, "Mr. Wolf, keep

another room, Colin lay on a makeshift bed assembled from tables, his face and lips unnaturally pale, even showing traces of blood at

quickly applied acupuncture with a silver needle, sealing several of his major points. She had no interest in

sight of Vivienne and Percival sitting nearby, a flicker of understanding

met his gaze briefly,

Wright family, it was clear to her that Colin

leave behind; otherwise, he wouldn't have hesitated to bring down the entire Wright

sit up, said, "I'd like to ask Miss

an eyebrow, "You want to entrust

weak smile, "You guessed it. He's all

informed him, "You're not going to die. The poison

head,

are identical to my father's. It seems harmless at first, even undiagnosable as poisoning, but by thirty, it's terminal. Death

"Declan, your grandfather, wasn't actually from the Wright family but

practiced forbidden arts at the

your father

fist, pale as death, "So it

was desperate to leave the Wright family... a devil, stirring chaos within the

"This won't cure you but can extend your life by a year or two. I'll need to

to leave,

She turned back, "Yes?"

"I initially teamed up with Abigail to uncover the secrets Grandpa left

stuff in

Alyssa was up to She wasn't exactly thriving under