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.

the morning, "Robbie is trapped;

focus to Hunter alone, including his movements these

over the

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

Downstairs.

Sasha were head to head, sitting at a low table preparing the invitations for Vivienne's

the two families and the Perez side, there were just too many people to

of invitations stacked

seeing them frantic over writing names, feeling a

scene felt oddly

asked, "Mom, isn't the wedding a bit

overwhelmed by the list of names, nearly snapped at Vivienne's nonchalant

say it's far? Have

Vivienne: "The 12th."

"Your wedding

be at the end of

When we picked it, your mom and I made sure it was a good day in both the lunar and Gregorian

Vivienne fell silent.

was this month, forgetting to ask the

Mr. Wolf was just 6

"These invitations aren't just for us to write. You and Percival need to do yours

and Dorian. You just work

delegate all these tasks

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

the first time, she realized

only remembered her parents' wedding being sorted in a day, with only the invitations personally written by

"Vivienne?"

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

"Really?"

"And the

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

"Okay."

immediately received

was reliable,

the list, she was still stunned

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