The Million-Dollar Heart

Back at the house, Percival set about tidying up the array of dishes on the table before making a special treat for the bedroom.

He whipped up a batch of strawberry oatmeal, knowing well that Vivienne had a soft spot for the sweet berry.

Curious, Vivienne asked, "Mr. Wolf, what's cooking? I can catch a hint of strawberry in the air."

Handing her the bowl, Percival let Vivienne take in the sight of the oatmeal generously topped with strawberries, prompting a chuckle from her. "How did you come up with this?"

With a smile, he replied, "Couldn't let us both go hungry, especially without adding in something you love."

The strawberry oatmeal went down with ease, thanks to Vivienne's fondness for the fruit.

After wiping her mouth with a napkin, she turned to Mr. Wolf, "So, Mr. Wolf, how did things go today? What's the word from above?"

Percival took the bowl from her, "They suggested we hold off on pressing too hard on Abigail. Pushing her into a corner might backfire. They believe observing for a while longer could lead to a better chance to catch her." Vivienne fell silent, harboring a premonition that Abigail wasn't one to give up easily.

Such ambition wouldn't miss any opportunity, no matter how slim, only to return more fiercely.

Seizing the moment, Vivienne briefed Percival on the situation with the Wright family.

Percival's gaze darkened, his thoughts aligning with Vivienne's, "Given Abigail's ambition, those trivialities wouldn't interest her."

"However, before handing it over to the higher-ups, it might be worth letting the master take a look."

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, "Is there a problem with the items?"

Percival pursed his lips, "The master has been investigating Abigail's background; he might recognize something."

Vivienne nodded; the master was currently away from the Perez family.

They could have Draven photograph the items and send them to the master for review.

Moreover, she planned to interrogate Declan Edwards tomorrow.

Any unforeseen findings could also be relayed to the master.

She was certain that Declan, silent until now, must have had deeper dealings with Abigail.

Percival stopped her, "Hold off on that. Uncle Maddox called me on the way home, mentioning that my parents have gone

spur-of-the-moment trip, hence no prior

puzzled, "What does Uncle Maddox need

Vivienne's phone rang

gesture from Percival, he left

out here. I get your folks wanted some alone time, but why pick now to disappear? I've been practically camping out at the Linklater place, and they just up and turned their phones off." Vivienne, trying to get to the heart of the matter,

a breath, Maddox blurted out, "Willa's set her terms: either Sasha is there for

Vivienne was speechless.

Uncle Maddox had popped

with urgency, "Can't get ahold of them, and the hotel is on my back. If I don't find someone soon, all my efforts this month are wasted. Willa's leaving town for business in a few days; we're running out of time." Vivienne realized

rubbed her temple, "Uncle Maddox, maybe postpone

"No way!"

Just three days, have them back for my engagement party, or I'll start making daily scenes

dilemma, she couldn't outright deny his request, imagining the lengths Maddox

don't get your hopes up

she wished to avoid disturbances, even the Perez family's resources wouldn't uncover a trace of her. Their only chance lay with the Linklater's, but they seemed to

out and about, even a sniper in pursuit

desperate enough to

Percival reentered, Vivienne just finished

"What's wrong?" he asked.

engaged and insists

had tried their numbers, to no

softly, "Coincidentally, Leopold has 'good

"He's getting engaged

Percival's smile

held a hint of

master must sit at the main table. Without you two, the banquet

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Vivienne's smile twitched involuntarily.

Leopold was surprisingly swift. But now, what was she supposed

the other insisted she be present in person. Could she possibly be in two places at once? Percival placed his hands gently on either side of her temples, pressing lightly, "Leave your parents