The Million-Dollar Heart

A group huddled in conversation, but Jasper was soon dragged away to the backyard by the playful antics of two kids.

Vivienne, with an exasperated look, turned to Finnian, who was hunched over a box, inspecting its contents for authenticity. "Master, you've accepted the item. It's time to stop beating around the bush." Finnian paused, reluctantly closing the box before his tone shifted. "My dear girl, what do you take me for? Didn't I give you enough clues over the phone yesterday?"

In the whole wide world, if anyone knew Finnian best, Vivienne would proudly claim that spot without hesitation.

Before securing the so-called Heavenly-Snow Lotus, it'd be a cold day in hell before Finnian spilled the real beans.

To Vivienne, it was all about drawing information out of him, piece by piece.

She gave him a knowing look. "Would you really discuss something as valuable as the Heavenly-Snow Lotus over the phone?"

Finnian was momentarily speechless.

Wasn't his caution just to prevent eavesdroppers?

After all, it had taken him three days of relentless research to uncover that information. If it got into the wrong hands, he'd be livid.

The chill in the hall made their tea cool rapidly. Vivienne took a sip and grimaced slightly at its temperature.

Percival, noticing her discomfort, quickly intervened before any further conversation ensued. "Master, Vivienne, maybe it's better to continue this discussion inside. It's quite drafty out here." He then stood, offering his arm to Vivienne and leading her into the parlor.

Finnian, puzzled, looked around, failing to notice any draft.

Perhaps the younger generation was just more health-conscious.

In the parlor, Percival fetched a blanket for Vivienne and handed her a mug of hot water, ensuring her comfort.

Finnian, realizing he was out of the loop, stroked his beard and playfully chided, "Come here, let me check on you. How's your health?"

groaned,

Dr. Sasha, she was already on a ten-day herbal regimen prescribed by Mr.

fussing, she wondered if she'd ever see the light

she replied, "No need, Master. Let's focus on the matter

"Even your grandfather is in the dark about this. What,

met

nine other disciples. If I called them all now, we could at least fill a table..." Vivienne's patience was wearing thin, but she

Percival watched, bemused.

promising. A smooth pulse; it

the news, "Master, are you

a knowing look, teased, "You prefer a daughter, don't

and quickly corrected himself, "I'll be happy with either, as long as

before; you're destined to have a good

to children. But the idea of having

their discussion towards fortunes,

still holding her wrist, adopted a more serious tone, "Hold on. You've been through

"She's already

prescribed it?" Finnian probed

but roll

wrist, then inquired, "Have you found out

Vivienne frowned, "Not yet."

to Delilah, but everything - from Brody's

of potential triggers. Your well-being is paramount right now." Understanding his hint,

died out. Abigail, if connected, is likely from a minor branch. As for

leaned in, intrigued,

old as time - the more fantastical, the more fervent

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