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.

the 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

ruckus?! 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 you're running around over Zinnia's case?! Can't

had seen an influx of young blood these past

such rhetoric from who knows where,

and scrambling for an explanation, "No, boss. With a face like mine, even if I tried to make a splash, I'd get nowhere. I just felt pity for

Do you have any evidence that her suicide attempt was because of

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 office would

tone was sarcastic

sue, let her. It's a losing battle from the start. In the end, it might even cast a favorable light on our

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.

by the ultimatum. Once he collected himself, his expression darkened. The

me! Are you

wait. One day, I'll pull you down from that throne! Thinking of firing me? We'll see

tightly, a fierce light glinting in his eyes. He watched

Kaitlyn?

beat me years ago. And now, backed by the Abernathy and the Grimshaw families, you still think you can challenge me? Just wait and see! I'll show you that in the face of absolute power, all evidence

the first rays of the sun touched the earth, the online controversy about the case had reached a fever pitch, with comments from all sides-insults, skepticism, and those just there for the spectacle-filling

checked her app for more vitriol

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

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