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.

no room for hesitation. "What's

was only for a day; no skin

casually, "Master seems quite pleased. It appears Leopold has been quite

vented his frustration, "What are you all standing around for? Go help Leopold and learn something useful from Jerry, won't you? Have some

Vivienne, "Watch

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

knew better than to argue. It would only

about his resilience if not for an enchantment that

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

had used up the entire bottle. Knowing him, he was probably planning to trade it for

conversation drifted as

palatable She was about to enjoy another when a sudden

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

Their moment was abruptly

overheard their private conversation. Panicked, he promised to keep

was punctuated by gasps, marking the revelation of a closely guarded

a ton of bricks.

facade. "Well, Leopold," she thought. "This is a grudge I won't forget." Behind her, her

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

up, we've only been apart for a few days. How did this happen so quickly...?"

they'd