The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 182

Dawson's eyes were ablaze with fury. It was as if he were about to devour someone.

His beloved Mystic Mistress had been whisked away by some audacious man.

And he was kept in the dark?

Dorian couldn't quite understand why Dawson was so upset about his daughter getting engaged.

Did Vivienne know him?

Dorian's silence made Dawson get impatient. He grabbed Dorian's arm and squeezed it with force.

"Who did Vivienne get engaged to?"

Dorian winced at Dawson's grip. He was a little speechless, but due to Dawson's position as the

chairman, he had no choice but to answer, "Percival."

"Percival? Who the hell is that brat?" Dawson's eyes were practically spitting fire.

Dorian was at a loss.

Didn't the Chairman of Alliance Enterprises know that Percival was Richard Ellington's most cherished

grandson?

Apparently, he didn't.

Since Dorian was struggling to speak, Dawson waved his hand dismissively. "Never mind, I'll find out

myself!"

He stormed back to his office and called for his assistant.

"Find out everything about this Percival. Birth date, habits, everything. I want to know every detail."

Dawson gave out this order with a stern face.

The assistant was taken aback. "Are you referring to Percival, the fiancé of Vivienne Hawthorn?"

The Hawthorn family had long gone bankrupt; their glory days were over.

Although Vivienne was still referred as Miss Hawthorn, this name no longer carried any weight.

Dawson froze. "You know Vivienne?"

"Of course! Everyone in the Havenwood elite circle knows about Vivienne and Percival."

The assistant looked at him strangely.

What was going on? Why was the chairman suddenly interested in Vivienne and Percival?

Did they offend him?

Was he planning to bankrupt Vivienne and the Ellington family?

Dawson frowned, not liking this at all.

Everyone in the Havenwood elite circle knew about Vivienne and Percival, yet he, as the fifth disciple of

the Vivienne, didn't know a thing.

He rested his fingers on his expensive office desk as he narrowed his eyes. "Tell me everything you

know about them."

"Vivienne is the daughter of Dorian Hawthorn, the third master of the Hawthorn family, and Percival is

the seventh master of the Ellington family of Rivenwood. He was disabled but miraculously recovered.

Percival and Vivienne had a marriage contract, but everyone thought it was with Arabella, the talented

maiden of Havenwood."

"But then Dorian found Vivienne, and she became the betrothed. However, I heard that Vivienne was

raised in a rural monastery, and the old lady of the Hawthorn family disapproved. There were some

incidents, and there were even videos online, but they were removed for some reason. The real cause

of the rupture between Vivienne and the Hawthorn family was..."

Dawson's cold gaze scared the assistant. He subconsciously backed off a step before continuing.

"Faye Churchill was disfigured in a car accident. Doreen asked Arabella for help, but Arabella almost

killed Ms. Faye. It was Vivienne who cured her, but Arabella claimed that Vivienne stole her credit. Her

fans defended Arabella, angering Percival. Then the Ellington family stepped in, and the Hawthorn

family went bankrupt."

He continued. "Later, Arabella falsely accused Dorian of assault and misconduct. Vivienne found the

evidence and exposed her. The incident was widely reported. Chairman, didn't you know?"

Dawson clenched his teeth, fuming. "That Arabella!"

He was too busy to keep up with gossip, and he had no interest in it.

Who could have imagined that the usually low-profile Vivienne would become a hot topic in

Havenwood?

Dawson's eyes flickered with a hint of ruthlessness. "What happened to that Arabella?"

"She was recently acknowledged by the Brooks family. She is the long-lost daughter of the Brooks

family head, Scott."

"I see." Dawson scoffed. "She's quite lucky."

He leaned back in his leather chair as his fingers drummed on the desk. He took out his phone, opened

his social media app, and sent a message to a long-quiet group.

“The Mystic Mistress has been tricked into getting engaged.”

As soon as the message was sent, the group erupted.

Second disciple, Jerry replied, “Who's courting death?”

Third disciple, Daniel replied, “Huh? My fists haven't seen action in years; they're getting rusty. This is

the perfect chance to test if that bastard's head is hard enough.”

Fourth disciple, Eric also chimed in. "We're out of lab rats. Might as well use him for drug testing."

"I haven't had a job in six months. Hmm, let's tie him up and use him for a ransom to break off his

engagement!" Sixth disciple, Donald was also furious.

"My dog's been starving for ages. He needs food, so none of you better try to steal him from me."

Seventh disciple, Brian typed his message with nothing but malice in his heart.

"Fariana Isle needs coal miners desperately. Anyone who tries to take him from me is in for a fight."

Eighth disciple, Larry also had plans for this man.

Ninth disciple, Gary was beside himself with anger. "I need some new guys for my business. This one's

mine!"

Tenth disciple, Leopold was seething. "Damn it! Who the hell dares mess with my Mystic Mistress?

Dawson, name and address. I'm going to crush him!"

Dawson simply replied, "Havenwood."

The eldest disciple gave out an order. "Everyone, assemble! Coordinate: Havenwood!"

...

On the expressway to Rivenwood.

Leopold looked at the message on his phone and was stunned for a moment.

It took him a while to react, then he suddenly stood up.

Unfortunately, his movement was too abrupt, and he bumped his head, causing it to throb.

Percival glanced at him. "What's gotten into you?"

Leopold rubbed his head, excitedly saying, "Damn it! My Mystic Mistress is in Havenwood!"

Percival paused as his fingers drummed on his thigh. "Your Mystic Mistress?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Leopold often mentioned the Mystic Mistress, but he didn't even know her real name or what she

looked like.

Percival had always assumed that she didn't exist.

"Yes! The Mystic Mistress!" Leopold's eyes lit up. "I can't believe I didn't know she was in Havenwood.

Damn it! She got tricked into an engagement by some bastard! How dare he?!"

He was grinding his teeth, and his eyes were filling with fury. "Once I settle the Rivenwood matter, I'm

heading straight to Havenwood to crush that bastard!"

The Mystic Mistress was such a remarkable woman. How could she be tricked by that bastard without

their knowledge?

Just thinking about it made him heartbroken.

Thomas, who was driving, looked at Leopold through the rear-view mirror and asked, "Mr. Sterling, isn't

it a good thing that the Mystic Mistress is engaged? She has to get married eventually, so why are you

so angry?"

"You don't understand!" Leopold retorted. "The Mystic Mistress is our goddess! A goddess should not

be tarnished! Not just me; my eight senior disciples are also on their way to Havenwood. That bastard

is done for!"

Leopold's teeth were grinding. "I need to think about how I'm going to torture that bastard."

Percival glanced at him. For some reason, he felt like his ears were getting hot.