The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 193

A shiver ran through Thomas as he looked at the smirk plastered on Percival’s face. He couldn’t help but feel sympathy for Leopold deep within his heart. Let’s stay here for tonight.” Percival quipped as an icy laugh escaped his lips. “We can settle the scores tomorrow.”

Vivienne showed no objection, merely shrugging her shoulders as she was about to ask Percival which room she would be occupying when his phone suddenly buzzed.

Percival took out his phone and glanced at it. The name “Leopold” was boldly displayed on the screen.

A slow, sinister smile spread across his frosty lips.

Interesting!

It was quite audacious for him to call at this time.

Percival answered the call. He put it on speakerphone. His voice was curt and to the point. “Speak.”

“Percival!” Leopold’s voice on the other end was full of bravado, but it was clear that there was an underlying tremor of uncertainty.

“Cough cough… We, the nine disciples of the Emerald Monastery, are giving you an ultimatum. You must return the Mystic Mistress immediately and not allow her to stay at Mrs. Cecilia’s mansion. Otherwise, you won’t even be able to save the mansion, and both Mrs. Cecilia and Isolde will have to sleep on the streets with you tonight!”

Percival only chuckled cryptically, replying in a slow, deliberate tone. “Leopold, You! Are! Something! Else!”

Leopold, who had been forced to make this call under the pressure of his eight disciples, could hear the gritting of teeth in Percival’s voice, causing a chill to run down his spine. He almost wanted to beg for mercy.

But under the stern gazes of his disciples, he had to maintain a tough facade. “In any case, do as we say, or face the consequences!”

As soon as he finished, he was about to hang up in fear, but Vivienne suddenly interjected. “Wait.”

“Um, Mystic Mistress…” Leopold stumbled over his words, finding it hard to reconcile the imposing figure of the Mystic Mistress with Vivienne.

“How is Matthew doing?” Vivienne asked.

with the other seven disciples. They had been so focused on settling

Vivienne’s tone was indifferent, but it inexplicably sent a chill down the spines

snatched the phone, unable to respond to Vivienne but yelling at Percival

then kicked the visibly shaken Leopold “What are you scared of? What can that

they were not

would just dust off their hands and walk

terribly, they still had the Mystic Mistress as

privately, Leopold had a deep personal relationship with Percival. Officially, he was Percival’s

and left, wouldn’t Percival take out all his anger

the verge of tears. The more he thought about it, the bleaker his future seemed. He even considered just

Leopold a

going?” Leopold was still coming to

rolled his eyes at Leopold, leading the way to his sports car We can’t let that

forcefully pulled into Donald’s SUV

really

rear view mirror “We’ll leave a room for the mother and

leading the way out, with the other two

from the sudden acceleration, cursing his disciples as devils in

compared to them. Nothing

Percival,

the mansion.

an eyebrow as she

however, maintained his smug grin throughout, causing Thomas to feel increasingly uneasy. He decided it would be wise to

the hospital” Vivienne suggested rubbing her temples with a hint of frustration. These mine men were nothing but

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directed Thomas to start the

after they left the mansion, they noticed three cars