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.

really broke.” Vivienne blinked,

Matthew looked at the sky speechlessly.

Matthew on the shoulder, “I gotta

to himself, “You really think too highly

her family. Just as

with her? Look, what’s wrong with this child? Why is she convulsing?”

here alone. She suddenly fell to the ground. Is she sick?”

Come and take

on the ground, looking extremely weak. Her face was so shocking, it couldn’t really be called a face. At this moment,

up and walked

a voice came, “Oh dear! This child is really

and two other girls standing there,

said, “Arabella, aren’t you studying medicine with Dr. William? Why don’t you go

and this girl’s illness looks serious. I’d better call an

at them expressionlessly, then walked into the crowd. She picked up the little girl, fed her a healing pill, and then

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

look and ignored her. Just as she was about to start the acupuncture, a middle–aged woman suddenly rushed in, pushed Vivienne away, and

while treating patients. But seeing the little girl’s condition wasn’t

breathed a sigh of relief, “Are you a doctor?”

interjected, “Vivienne, don’t mess around. You haven’t properly studied the arts of acupuncture. How

Vivienne would cause a big problem. Now she was the granddaughter of the Hawthorn family, the Hawthorn family’s affairs would affect her, and if

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

and death.”

for the ambulance. I’ve already called

even tighter, “What? You’re not a doctor?” Vivienne’s expression was so cold that it was hard to approach, and there was a chill in the air around her. Those who