The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

"Got nothing better to do?" Percival raised an eyebrow. His voice was colder than his expression as he

calmly asked, "Wasn't your last bout of training enough for you?"

Leopold fell silent.

A grave resentment washed over his face. "Percival! Be human for once!"

Last time's intense training session almost skinned him alive. He didn't know how he managed to crawl

out of that hellish place.

"What did you say?" Percival looked at him as a twinkle of amusement flashed in his eyes.

He was not human?

Excellent!

Leopold’s knees immediately buckled. He almost fell to the ground. "I was wrong! I helped you drive

away the disciples last time. Even though they’re still bothering you, I did put in the effort!"

Percival gave him a look, and he immediately scampered off.

"I'm going! I'm going right now!" Leopold yelled.

After Leopold closed the car door and dashed off, the car's ambiance lost its charm.

Vivienne leaned back in her seat, changing the subject. "I found surveillance cameras and a peculiar

safe in Scott's study."

Percival furrowed his brows. "Do you think there's something related to your mother in that safe?"

"There are too many cameras around it. If it's not important, he wouldn't be so cautious." Vivienne's

intuition told her that Scott was hiding something.

Percival remained silent for a moment. "Do you need my help?" He offered after a long pause. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Vivienne shook her head. "No, I can handle it myself. Your involvement might arouse his suspicion."

If Scott was more complex than he appeared, any disturbance could alert him.

There was a high chance that her intrusion into Scott's room had already been noticed.

"Alright." Percival didn't probe further. "Let me know if you need help."

He would do anything for Vivienne.

But his young lady was always so independent. It seemed like she never needed him.

All he had to do was silently support her from behind.

"Okay." Vivienne agreed. "Take me home."

Percival nodded, opened the car door, and moved to the driver's seat.

He glanced at Leopold, who was sulking not far away. A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth as

he fired up the engine.

"Hey? Percival!" Leopold looked up just in time to see Percival drive away.

He tried to catch up, but the car was too fast. His two legs couldn't outrun four wheels.

In no time, Percival's car had disappeared from sight.

"Darn it!" Leopold muttered, "What kind of man holds grudges like a woman?"

As he finished his complaint, his phone buzzed.

It was a call from Percival.

He picked up, and before he could speak, Percival's voice came through. "Did you just curse me?"

Leopold shivered. He quickly scanned his surroundings and whispered, "Where are you, Percival?"

"I'm above you." Percival's voice was unusually slow and steady.

Leopold looked up but saw nothing.

Could there be a ghost?

"Percival, stop messing around!" Leopold looked like he was about to cry.

"I suggest you eat more garlic to ward off evil spirits." Percival continued in his languid tone, sounding

like a ghostly whisper in the dead of the night.

Leopold was dumbfounded.

A burning rage was welling up in his chest.

Did Percival take him for a fool?

Instead of learning something useful, he was mimicking Vivienne's spooky act?!

Leopold angrily hung up the phone and left the parking lot.

But when he reached the hospital entrance, a motorbike came straight at him. He managed to dodge at

the last moment, but was still clipped by the bike and fell to the ground.

"Darn it!" Leopold cursed. "That was dangerous!"

Thankfully, he reacted quickly and wasn't seriously hurt.

But his spirit was shaken.

So, he quickly got up and headed to a small restaurant across the hospital.

He pulled out a few banknotes and said grandly, "Boss, I'll buy all your garlic. How much do you have?"

The restaurant owner looked at him as if he were crazy.

This was a restaurant, for heaven's sake!

Sure, people liked to eat garlic with their meal, but nobody wanted to buy all the garlic.

"What are you waiting for? You think the money isn't enough?" Leopold frowned.

"No, no." The owner glanced at the money on the table. There seemed to be a hundred dollars on the

table. Who would say no to money?

So, he went to get the garlic.

Leopold grabbed the garlic and started eating it right away.

The people in the restaurant all stared at him in disbelief.

After eating about ten cloves, Leopold couldn't take it anymore and stopped.

During his taxi ride home, he kept farting due to the garlic, releasing a near-toxic level of gas that

almost suffocated the driver.

...

A few days later, Vivienne was at home reading a magazine when Mila and Calista arrived with gifts.

They claimed to be visiting Baron, but upon seeing the relaxed Vivienne on the sofa, they froze.

"So, Vivienne's home too."

Mila changed her haughty demeanor and sat next to Vivienne with a warm smile. "I brought some fresh

crabs, which were air-flown from Maine. Would you like the maid to steam some for you?"

After being snubbed by Scott last time, Mila realized she couldn't keep on like this.

Nowadays, the whole Brooks family, both Baron and Scott, treat the newly-found Vivienne like a

precious gem.

If she ever wished to become the matriarch of the Brooks family, Mila knew she had to earn Vivienne's

approval.

Vivienne flicked through a magazine, not sparing Mila a glance. "I don't think so."

Mila felt a sting of embarrassment. Her warm friendliness was met with cold indifference. Still, she

managed to squeeze out a smile. "Vivienne, dear, we had some misunderstandings before, but that's

all water under the bridge. I've moved past it, and you shouldn't feel guilty."

"Guilty?" Vivienne finally raised her eyes. Her icy gaze became even colder as she looked at Mila.

"Do you not remember when you caused such a scene at my mother's concert opening? It was quite

an ugly spectacle." Calista threw a mocking glance at Vivienne.

With Baron, Scott, and even Percival absent, she didn't feel the need to put on an act.

Vivienne was actually a bit taken aback.

These two idiots were still harping on about something that happened ages ago?

Vivienne gave them a disinterested glance. Her expression remained unchanged as she said, "Why

would I waste my memories on such a second-rate performance?"

Mila's face darkened. "Vivienne, I may not be your favorite person, but I am your elder. I came here

bearing fresh crab to visit you. The least you could do is show some courtesy instead of sitting there

looking like you've swallowed a lemon."

"Just because Scott has a soft spot for you doesn't mean you can throw your weight around." Mila's

anger bubbled up. "Isn't that just a disgrace to the Brooks family?!"

"Enough!"