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."

words, "What, what? Let me

growing astonishment, "This is Kipling's bank statement? Vivienne, you

eyes, "Do you forget what we're dealing with here? Do I even need to

lineage, and Kipling's connection to Gavin through his sister's marriage made him an easy target. Just file a request, and getting the information was

sheepishly, lowering his head to

Kipling, a mere director, had nothing but his fixed salary and some

interest waned, but his eyes suddenly widened, and he cursed in

His cool gaze swept over the figures, freezing for a moment before he hissed under his breath, taking a minute or two before

wasn't oblivious. Hearing this, her curiosity about the contents was replaced

a small amount either! But he's just a director, right? Why are so many people

wrap

that the

but his

out of Percival's embrace, and spoke, "Exactly, it's not for him. What you're holding is also Gavin's bank statement. A large portion

looked into the donors," Percival added, pulling out another document, "They come from all walks of life, even from within the system,

money to Gavin, all see a rise in

become proficient

to a set of photos

kind inflicted by weapons but as

another set showed the donors, eyes bloodshot, bodies overly muscular, looking nothing short

a chill, "Is Gavin some kind of genie granting martial arts wishes? Why does everyone look like

asked, "Why haven't these

a 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