The Million-Dollar Heart

Gary couldn't hold back his admiration. "Master, considering Vivienne's touch, this minor task is a piece of cake for her. Moreover, everything she handles turns into a collector's edition." Donald nodded earnestly, glancing at Finnian's bright red attire and swallowed hard. "Indeed, Master, maybe Vivienne could tweak something for you too?"

Daniel frowned, "You're going too far, guys. Our Master is a man of stature. Can we really afford to make him a spectacle in front of everyone?"

Finnian stroked his beard, finding Daniel's concern the only one that resonated with him.

However, Daniel's next comment nearly pushed Finnian to disown him as a disciple.

Casting a glance at Finnian's increasingly portly figure, Daniel shook his head, "Besides, what transformation can we expect at Master's age? Can we really expect him to match Vivienne's fitness?" There was a moment of silence before a unanimous agreement.

Lately, Master did seem to have indulged a bit too much.

Dressed in bright red, he actually looked... rather festive.

They all pondered when they'd have Finnian don such attire for their weddings, given none of them were keen on marrying yet.

Finnian's mood darkened further.

What sins had he committed in his past life to deserve such disciples?

Eric, unable to bear the tension and sitting directly across Finnian, adjusted his glasses, now seeing everything tinted in red. "Master, how about I send over a piece that's just as good as the one you're wearing?" Finnian was tempted but suppressed the thought immediately.

He had accepted those gifts from Leopold; what if Leopold asked for them back?

Knowing Leopold's temperament, it was entirely possible.

Finnian found no room for hesitation. "What's there to change? Leopold gave this to me, and I... I think

it was only for a day; no

"Master seems

the eager faces of his disciples looking for gossip stopped him. He vented his frustration, "What

"Watch

but roll her eyes. The treasures Finnian guarded so jealously were of no real interest to his wealthy disciples, concerned

Vivienne knew better than to argue. It would

health, to which he boasted about

asking if Vivienne had any more of that healing potion he found

Finnian had used up the entire bottle. Knowing him, he was probably planning to trade it for cash. "None

drifted

some snack nuts on the table, finding them surprisingly palatable She was about to enjoy another when a sudden wave of nausea hit her,

Vivienne's discomfort, offered his help, suggesting remedies and acknowledging the unique bond between her and Mr. Wolf,

Their moment was abruptly

who had accidentally overheard their private conversation. Panicked, he promised to keep Vivienne's pregnancy a

by gasps, marking the revelation of a closely guarded secret to

a ton

calm facade. "Well, Leopold," she thought. "This is a grudge I won't forget." Behind her, her friends exchanged bewildered looks, unsure of what to say

"Fourth Musketeer," gulped nervously. "Vivienne, when did this happen? Please tell me we're not the last to

one, blinked in confusion. "Hold up, we've only been apart for a few

as though they'd stumbled upon some