The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 7

Vivienne, dressed in black casual wear and a leisure hat, found the corresponding room number according to the message someone sent in WhatsApp, and pushed open the door.

The person inside saw her and quickly stood up, “You’re here.”

He was Matthew from Emerald Monastery, who had been handling affairs for Vivienne over the years.

“Mhm.” Vivienne took off her hat and put it on a chair nearby. “Where’s the stuff?”

Matthew handed her a bag of documents, “I was planning to buy a villa, but you were in a hurry, so I could only find a house in Tranquil Estates. I bought it for three times the market price. Here are the property certificate and the transfer procedures, all done.”

This house cost a whopping four million dollars. They could have bought a villa with that money. Matthew felt a pang of regret when he thought about it. “No worries, as long as there are no major problems. Vivienne put the bag of documents into her purse, then took out a ceramic jar, “Sell it.” Matthew’s eyes bulged in surprise, ‘A whole jar? That much?”

These were mysterious healing pills that were being fought over on the black market. Each one was worth half a million dollars, and having more money didn’t guarantee you could buy them. Vivienne only supplied one pill at a time, and it would take four or five months before she could supply another. As a result, the value of the healing pills was extremely high.

This time Vivienne actually brought out a whole jar. How could it not be shocking?

“Ah, I spent four million dollars, and I have to earn it back. Otherwise, I’ll have to scrimp and save next month.” Vivienne rubbed her temples, looking a little down. She was rather lazy and didn’t want to spend too much energy on money matters. Over the years, she had only earned a total of four million dollars by selling healing pills, and she had just spent it all today.

She needed to earn some more money. She still had to support her father and mother.

Dorian and Cordelia also had a son, who was attending a boarding school kindergarten.

Cordelia’s eldest daughter, Astrid, didn’t need her support. She was older than Vivienne and had her own job. But after Vivienne returned, Cordelia used the legacy for Astrid. This money, Vivienne still had to earn back.

Matthew chuckled awkwardly, “Ms. Hawthorn, don’t you feel guilty saying that?”

Just selling this jar of healing pills should bring in at least ten million dollars, right? And she was talking about scrimping and saving.

Vivienne blinked, looking

broke.” Matthew looked at

patted Matthew on the shoulder, “I gotta go. I’ll leave the task of

really think too highly of

some gifts for her family. Just

with her? Look, what’s wrong with this child?

alone. She suddenly

a doctor? Come and take a look,

her eyes narrowed. A girl about five years old was lying on the ground, looking extremely weak. Her face was so shocking, it couldn’t really be called a face. At this moment, she was convulsing, making her already shocking face

while, she stood up and

voice came, “Oh dear!

and saw Arabella and two other girls standing there, their faces filled

William? Why don’t

a bit, and this girl’s illness looks serious. I’d

girl, fed her a healing

preparing to give the little girl acupuncture, she immediately stepped forward and said, “What

to start the acupuncture, a middle–aged woman suddenly rushed in, pushed Vivienne away, and cradled the little girl

gloomy in an instant. She hated being disturbed while treating patients. But seeing the little girl’s condition wasn’t

the middle–aged woman breathed a sigh of

could answer, Arabella interjected, “Vivienne, don’t mess around. You haven’t properly studied the arts of acupuncture. How can you casually treat people? If something goes wrong, the Hawthorn family will be affected.”

a big problem. Now she was the granddaughter of the Hawthorn family, the Hawthorn family’s affairs

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say, “Miss, we understand you want to save her,

and death.”

wait for the ambulance. I’ve

“What? You’re not a doctor?” Vivienne’s expression was so cold that it was hard to approach, and there was a chill