The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Richard always played the impartial patriarch role with the Ellington clan’s younger generation.

Right from wrong was clear in his heart.

Today, Fiona’s transgression was not just a simple offense against Vivienne. As the head of the company’s jewelry design department, she represented the company’s image, and being caught in a lie in front of so many people could have a catastrophic impact on the company if she had not been fired.

Especially with key business partners in attendance.

Had Fiona been humble and sought advice, she might have avoided such a fate.

Seeing Richard’s demeanor, Fiona knew the outcome was inevitable. Her place at the company was lost.

Fiona pressed her lips. “Grandpa, keep the money for yourself.”

With that, she grabbed her purse and left without looking back.

After her departure, Percival remained seated in the living room, silent.

Richard eyed him several times before finally tapping his cane on his grandson’s leg. “What in the world happened tonight, kid?”

“It’s settled, Grandpa. No need to worry,” Percival replied, rubbing his leg where the cane had hit. The old man still had some strength in him.

Richard huffed, stroking his beard. “We had left the hall when we heard a faint explosion, so I called Fiona to handle it. She told me there had been a car accident.”

Percival’s lips curled into a slight smirk. “There was an accident, but it’s been taken care of.”

Hearing this, Richard did not press further. He got up with the help of his cane and headed to his bedroom to sleep.

Percival was also about to retire for the night when he caught sight of Kenneth skulking near the stairway.

“Haven’t jumped enough?” Percival said with a cold glance.

Kenneth shook his head vigorously. “Bro, erm… Is Vivienne really Hawk’s special coach?”

“Weren’t you in the lounge earlier when you saw her?” Percival raised an eyebrow.

Kenneth felt like his brain had been struck by lightning.

His brother had confirmed it. The truth was undeniable!

Oh, the horror!

had he done to

room.” He didn’t want

So annoyed!

not

to his room,

the first time, considering taking his

…

At the TCL Laboratory.

latest experiment had

everything on her desk

she not make

failures to show

called from outside the

be.” Calista snapped,

silence and the last sound of someone clocking out reached her ears,

had been arrested, and here she was, still toiling away

the door to her

a hidden dagger from her desk and

in a black trench coat and a masked hat stepped inside,

step back. “Mr. B,” she uttered

effortlessly knocking the dagger from her grasp. “Don’t point such dangerous things at me,” he said,

hard, retreating

and scattered research data with a furrowed brow. “Had I known you’d be this useless, I might have left

felt her breath catch, her legs giving out as she fell to her knees.

with contempt. “You have one more month. Fail

B vanished as if he was never there, leaving Calista on the floor,

to the floor, suddenly lit up with

Revealed to be Master

the name Vivienne on the screen, her eyes

Vivienne!

because of Vivienne that she was in this

Percival would be hers, and she would be the future Mrs.

That wretched woman!

and stabbed fiercely at the phone screen,

phone was in

up, Calista regained her composure, changed into her regular

…

The next day.

With nothing on her schedule, she finally