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.

morning, "Robbie is trapped;

Hunter

sending over the gathered

"Make the Wrights go

Downstairs.

sitting at a low

families and the Perez side, there were just too many

invitations stacked beside

seeing them frantic over writing

felt

"Mom, isn't the wedding

list of names,

it's far? Have

Vivienne: "The 12th."

speechless, "Your wedding is on

it supposed to be at

and I made sure it was a good day in both the lunar and Gregorian calendars.

Vivienne fell silent.

only remembered it was this month, forgetting to ask

wedding with Mr. Wolf

do yours too. Don't wait till the day before to remember, leaving no time for guests to

for your master and Dorian. You just work on your

all these tasks to

Vivienne called Percival, he seemed to be finalizing

realized how

day, with only the invitations personally written by

"Vivienne?"

found out when our wedding is. Is it

"Really?"

blinked, "And

you the list of invitees,

"Okay."

hanging up, Vivienne immediately received Percival's list of

was

was still stunned by

to Aaron Miller, there were over a