The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Kaitlyn now regarded Vivienne's words as gospel truth. Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement.

After responding, she looked back at Vivienne, skepticism creeping into her eyes, "But should we really ignore all the stuff online?"

Vivienne cracked a smile, "Let's just let the dust settle for a bit."

Jerry came down the stairs, holding a stack of papers, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting a mysteriously enigmatic light, "Looks like Kipling is backed into a corner. Accusing us of using our influence is one thing, but to say the court's been bribed? Won't be long before the higher-ups squash it."

Leopold, lounging on the couch, made room for him, "Why not just release the evidence we have?"

"Go big or go home. Let's leave them with no room to talk." Just as he finished, Thomas gave him a look as if he'd lost his mind, "Have you gone soft from all the chasing from Sophie? The whole point was to drag the Abernathy family into the light. If you spill all the evidence now, how are we supposed to draw out the real power behind them?"

"We can't just sit on our hands, though." The thought of those radical online comments made Leopold click his tongue in disbelief.

How could people flip-flop so easily, believing whatever they hear?

Percival's eyes flickered with irritation as he glanced down at Vivienne.

When he saw her looking his way, he subtly gestured towards Leopold.

The message was clear: This Leopold's brain isn't quite up to snuff. He's not keepers.

Vivienne felt the same way.

Jerry surveyed the room, facepalming at the embarrassment before he couldn't hold back any longer and punched Leopold lightly, "Who said we're doing nothing? I've got everything ready, just waiting for Vivienne's go-ahead."

his complaints aloud. His eyes brightened at Jerry's words, "What, what? Let me see, what do you have there?" Jerry wasn't planning to keep it secret, so he let the papers go without

pulled them away, flipping through the pages with growing astonishment, "This is Kipling's bank statement? Vivienne, you hacked into

you forget what we're dealing with

connection to Gavin through his sister's marriage made him

as he chuckled sheepishly, lowering his head to keep poring over the documents under

a mere director, had nothing but his fixed salary and some mundane expenses, hardly

the page, "Oh my, this is..." His interest waned, but his eyes suddenly widened, and

commotion. His cool gaze swept over the figures, freezing for a moment

the contents was replaced by

daze, nodded, "Yeah, and it's not a small amount either! But he's just a director, right? Why are so many people sending him money, and in

just couldn't wrap his head

it be that the money isn't really

his

out of Percival's embrace, and spoke, "Exactly, it's not for him. What you're holding

of life, even from within the system, but they share one common trait." "What's that?" Leopold asked,

"These people, after sending money to Gavin, all

they suddenly become proficient

moment, Thomas flipped to a set of photos in

injuries, not the kind inflicted by weapons but as if by a skilled martial

showed the donors, eyes bloodshot,

of genie granting martial arts

haven't these photos

spectacle. Yet, with a stack of photos as thick as ten centimeters, there was no buzz online, which was utterly against the norm. Jerry wasn't surprised, "Why else? Gavin's kept it under wraps. But, Vivienne, are you planning to release