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!

he done to his

room.” He didn’t want to speak to

So annoyed!

did Percival not tell

to his room,

first time, considering

…

At the TCL Laboratory.

latest experiment had failed once

knocked everything on her desk to

she not

show for her efforts. How would

is everything alright?” A researcher called from

Calista snapped, closing

last sound of someone clocking out reached her ears, Calista

she was, still

door to her

a hidden dagger from her desk and held

trench coat and a masked hat stepped inside, identical to Scott’s usual

a step back. “Mr. B,” she uttered with

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

hard, retreating

scanning the broken lab equipment and scattered research data with a furrowed brow. “Had I known you’d be this

her legs giving out as she fell to her knees. “I…I will keep trying.

contempt. “You have one more month. Fail again, and don’t expect

Mr. B vanished as if he was never there, leaving Calista on the floor, drenched in cold

had fallen to the

Fiancée Vivienne Hawthorn Revealed to be Master Jessica! How Many Faces

on the

Vivienne!

Vivienne that she was

not for Vivienne, Percival would be hers, and she would be the future

That wretched woman!

and stabbed fiercely

the phone was in pieces did

changed into

…

The next day.

out from the past few days. With nothing on her schedule, she finally caught up on some much-needed