The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 792

Vivienne's fingers, long and slender, grazed the hem of his pajama top, causing the loose button to give way and revealing the solid chest beneath.

Vivienne shifted, resting her head on his shoulder, "I never had any intention of going."

She gave a muffled groan as his hands began to roam over her, "Tomorrow, we've got other, more important matters to attend to."

Percival arched an eyebrow, "Oh? Like what?"

With a light chuckle, Vivienne's long legs swung over, positioning her atop him. Her eyes, seductive as she smiled, the crimson at the corners enough to make Percival's Adam's apple bob twice in quick succession.

Noticing his movement, Vivienne's smile grew, "Mr. Wolf, you still owe me for this month's dues."

As her words trailed off, Percival's lips captured the remaining whispers. Beneath the inky expanse of the duvet, the contours rose and fell.

The boundless fervor of spring spread throughout the master bedroom, while outside, even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds.

But.

For some, joy abounds; for others, woes mount.

Some revel in the tumult of passion, while others are roused from sleep by their superiors, scolded for hours in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

morning fury he couldn't vent on Vivienne upon Kipling, sparing no courtesy, "You really think you're something, don't you, Kipling Abernasy! Stirring up trouble, offering your unwelcome help everywhere! That harassment case involving the female student has been dead for years, and yet here

With all your selfless dedication, why don't you address the sky-high meal costs at north side? Complaint letters are piling up here, and at this critical moment, you choose to slack off and play dumb?! And

department had seen an influx of young blood these past few

from who knows where, lambasted

nodding and scrambling for an explanation, "No, boss. With a face like mine, even if I tried to make a

Julian? Do you have any evidence that her suicide

at the mention of this, "With your talents, Kipling, maybe I should ask the Public Security Bureau to take you in! But they wouldn't want you either. Someone who bases their investigations on guesswork could cause countless miscarriages of justice. The workload for our colleagues at the prosecutor's

was sarcastic and

isn't the truth of the matter obvious? Besides, if Kaitlyn wants to sue, let her. It's a losing battle from the start. In the end, it might even cast a favorable light on

was nearly amused to death by Kipling's audacity. He paced the study several times, his gaze catching the online uproar. He stopped and sneered, "Alright, you say you want to do the department a favor, huh? Well, let me tell you, if you win this lawsuit, all's well. But if you lose, you can kiss your director position goodbye! Our department's got plenty of folks eyeing that seat!" With that, he slammed the phone

end, Kipling was taken aback by the ultimatum. Once he collected

berate me! Are you just

from that throne! Thinking of firing me? We'll see about that! I want to see if

his eyes. He watched the break

Kaitlyn?

you couldn't beat me years ago. And now, backed by the Abernathy and the Grimshaw families, you still think you

the sun touched the earth, the online controversy about the case had reached

her app for more vitriol against

she sensed something off-someone dared to sue Kipling, the

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