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.

Blinking to signal him to stay out of it, she turned back

you offended them? A beaten

overpowered by a junior, especially one from the Ellington family, filled Gavin with resentment and dissatisfaction. He had struggled for so long to reach his current position. Why should Percival easily inherit the position within the Ellington family? The more he thought about it, the

past Gavin's temple! A strand of his white hair fluttered to the ground as the knife, after flying through the air, thudded into the double-pane glass of the tea

back a few steps: There's a murderous aura, not safe

in her eyes, looked at Percival, "Mr. Wolf, not bad. Your

eyebrows lifted, his cold gaze warming for a moment as it swept over Vivienne. Then, turning back to Gavin, his expression was

making Gavin, despite being of similar age to Victoria,

as if even

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 trembling

a step forward with difficulty. Making

thought to himself

about this, she'd probably die laughing. At this moment, he also pondered the question Vivienne had raised. Why did Gavin become the head of the family in the first place? How could Gavin's intelligence give rise to such a... perplexing

hidden in his mind. Long after the Abernathy family's fall, the mystery

enraged, Brady cleverly approached, "Master, we can't get through to Vivienne. But

by Gavin's gaze, then whispered in Gavin's ear upon his signal, "We can't touch Vivienne. How about we go after Dorian Hawthorn, and Kaitlyn's in-laws? I

Gavin's pupils constricted. The

couple aside, Vivienne's father... Thinking of the big hole behind his mother's

that stubborn girl. If things go south, the Grimshaws

suppress his urge. Feghtly