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.

stunned. They exchanged puzzled looks with the other seven disciples. They had been so focused on settling scores with Percival that they had completely forgotten about

a lot of free time.” Vivienne’s tone was indifferent, but it inexplicably sent a chill down the spines of the nine disciples.

to respond to Vivienne but yelling at Percival instead. “Just do as we say, Percival! Or else

you scared of? What can that Percival do

course, they were not scared.

just

they still had the Mystic Mistress as their

deep personal relationship with Percival.

their fun and left, wouldn’t Percival take

he thought about it, the

Leopold a cold glance. “What’s with the daze?”

we going?” Leopold was still coming to terms

and see if he does as we say Daniel rolled his eyes at Leopold, leading the way to his sports car We can’t let that scoundrel

forcefully pulled into Donald’s

comply, are you really going

hair, admiring himself in the rear view mirror “We’ll leave a room for the mother and

the accelerator leading the way out, with the other two cars following closely behind.

was thrown back into his seat from the sudden acceleration, cursing his disciples

to them.

Percival, he might have been

the

she heard the call being disconnected.

to feel increasingly uneasy. He decided it would be wise to

rubbing her temples with a hint of frustration. These mine men were

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Thomas to start the

after they left the mansion, they