The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Gavin was fuming at Vivienne's words. Cursing her audacity, he regretted ever thinking of striking a deal with this woman. The memory of his mother's ashes turning to dust made him stand abruptly, his smile twisted as he said, "Since you're not willing to help, don't blame me for not being nice!"

"Last time, for my mother's sake, Vivienne, let's settle our scores today!"

With a gesture from Gavin, the bodyguards surrounding them were about to surge forward.

Vivienne's gaze was icy, but she showed no sign of panic.

Before anyone could move, the door of the private room was kicked open with a bang. Percival strode in with Leopold and others, "Who are you trying to settle scores with?!"

Behind him, a dozen bodyguards in black suits followed into the room, encircling Gavin and his men.

With an effortless stretch of his arm, Percival showed no regard for Gavin's crew. He pulled Vivienne behind him, his eyes filled with concern, "Are you alright?"

Vivienne pushed him gently, "Mr. Wolf, have you forgotten our training sessions together?"

"You've sparred with Percival?" Leopold peeked out from behind, not worried about Vivienne getting hurt. His Vivienne was invincible. The men Gavin had stood no chance against her. It was only Percival who was overly concerned.

Percival's face briefly stiffened, a crack appearing in his icy demeanor. Glancing at Leopold dispassionately, he said, "Our marital affairs are none of your business."

In some aspects, Vivienne did protect her husband's dignity. Their private training sessions, where she hadn't beaten her husband, were their own secret enjoyment. No need to share that with Leopold.

out of it, she turned

offended them? A beaten dog,

his current position. Why should Percival easily inherit the position within the Ellington family? The more he thought about it, the more

he could finish, a knife whizzed past Gavin's temple! A strand of his white hair fluttered to the ground as the knife, after flying through

steps: There's a murderous aura,

at Percival, "Mr. Wolf, not bad. Your throwing knife skills have improved. But, no blood was

swept over Vivienne. Then, turning back

Gavin, despite being of similar age to Victoria, feel an inexplicable

this, as if even

away and left the room with Vivienne. The dozen men departed as swiftly as they had arrived. The previously crowded room was now empty again, deaving Seaton swallowing hard. His glance at Gavin, trying not to notice Gavin's

finally moved, the middle-aged man taking a step forward with difficulty. Making sure he wouldn't embarrass himself by falling, he then roared with a cold voice, "Percival! You just

to

die laughing. At this moment, he also pondered the question Vivienne had raised. Why did

remained hidden in his mind. Long after the Abernathy family's fall, the mystery remained unsolved. But now

Gavin enraged, Brady cleverly approached, "Master, we can't get through

about we go after Dorian Hawthorn, and

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

hole behind his mother's tombstone,

shook his head, "No, Vivienne, that stubborn girl. If things go

suppress his urge. Feghtly