The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Robbie eyed him with suspicion, "You're not gonna fight me for the Wright inheritance?"

Robbie smirked coldly, "What I've always wanted isn't the Wright fortune, but all of you."

Robbie squinted, "What do you mean?"

"Do you know how Dad really died?"

Colin's tone was casual, but Robbie's eyes reddened at his words, "Colin, what are you trying to say?"

Ignoring Robbie's anger, Colin calmly laid out the truth.

"You all think Dad died in a car crash fleeing the pressure from Grandpa, choosing love over the Wright legacy. But what if I told you, Dad actually took his own life!"

Robbie's face went pale, "You're talking nonsense!"

"Dad was driven to his death by your mom, that woman. If it hadn't been for her, Dad wouldn't have died, my mom wouldn't have been driven to suicide, and the entire Wright legacy would have been mine. All of this is on you."

After having enough of Robbie's hysteria, Colin decided not to reveal the whole truth.

Sometimes, the less you know, the more it leads to speculation.

Brushing off nonexistent dust, he planned to leave, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. I came here just to tell you that you think Grandpa can't do without you, but in reality, you're just paving the way for Winston."

"Stop right there!"

Robbie, unwilling to accept this, couldn't believe Grandpa would entrust the vast Wright legacy to a kid, "You're saying Grandpa values Winston more?"

Colin laughed, his gaze cold as it landed on Robbie's incredulous face, a sense of triumph surging within him, "Exactly, but even Winston is just the same."

"In his eyes, we're all just pawns."

Pawns meant to follow orders!

As Colin left the manor, heading back, the butler's voice echoed, "The old man said just to deliver the items and not to meddle in anything else."

Colin slipped behind a wall, watching as several people made their way deeper into the manor.

Their target wasn't Robbie.

With a smirk, Colin circumvented them and left the premises.

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

in the morning, "Robbie is trapped; the old man has brought someone back,

focus to Hunter alone, including his

over the

review, Vivienne texted Matthew, "Make the Wrights go bankrupt without leaving

Downstairs.

head, sitting at a low table preparing the invitations for

and the Perez side, there were just too

stacked beside their

them frantic over writing names,

scene felt oddly

the wedding a bit

of names, nearly

it's far? Have you even checked the

Vivienne: "The 12th."

speechless, "Your wedding is on the

to be at the end

we picked it, your mom and I made sure it was a good day in both the lunar and Gregorian calendars. Even the heavens

Vivienne fell silent.

this month, forgetting to ask the

her wedding with Mr. Wolf was just

to do yours too. Don't wait till the

your master and Dorian. You just work

delegate all these tasks to Mr.

Vivienne called Percival, he seemed to be finalizing the venue's floral arrangements and

first time, she realized how cumbersome wedding

only the invitations personally written by them. Now it was her

"Vivienne?"

when our wedding is. Is it too late?" Percival chuckled softly, "Vivienne, just wait for me to pick

"Really?"

"And the

you the list of invitees, and once you confirm, I'll

"Okay."

up, Vivienne immediately

Wolf was

was still

Miller, there were over a hundred