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.

"Robbie is trapped; the old man has brought someone

Hunter alone, including his movements

over the

texted Matthew, "Make the Wrights go bankrupt without

Downstairs.

and Sasha were head to head, sitting at

Perez side, there were just

invitations stacked

over, seeing them frantic over writing names,

felt

she asked, "Mom, isn't the wedding

list of names, nearly snapped at Vivienne's

say it's far? Have you even checked

Vivienne: "The 12th."

speechless, "Your wedding is on

"...Wasn't it supposed to be at the

made sure it was a good day

Vivienne fell silent.

it was this month,

with Mr. Wolf was just 6 days

for us to write. You and Percival need to do yours too. Don't

written the ones for your master and Dorian. You just work on

just delegate all these tasks

called Percival, he seemed to be finalizing

she realized how

with only the invitations personally written by them. Now it was her turn, and Mr. Wolf seemed so

"Vivienne?"

said, "Mr. Wolf, I just found out when our wedding is. Is it too late?" Percival chuckled

"Really?"

blinked, "And the

taken care of. I'll send you the list of invitees, and once you

"Okay."

hanging up, Vivienne immediately received Percival's

was

the list, she was still stunned by the sheer

Miller,