The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 194

Matthew shivered under their icy glare.

"The Mystic Mistress said that the engagement was bound to be broken sooner or later, so there was

no need to let too many people know about it." He said.

Although he now felt that this engagement was surely not going to be broken, given Vivienne’s

importance to Percival.

But upon looking at the menacing look on Dawson’s face, he realized he could not say this thought out

loud. If he did, he wouldn’t make it out of this hospital room alive.

Thankfully, after hearing Matthew’s response, the faces of Dawson and his men seemed to lighten up a

little.

Donald snorted coldly, flicked his bangs, and said, “I knew that the Mystic Mistress wouldn’t be so blind.

The engagement must be a sham.”

Dawson turned to Leopold, asking icily, “Why didn’t you say their engagement was a sham earlier?”

Leopold was speechless. All he could do was chuckle awkwardly.

He had no idea whether Vivienne was truly intent on continuing their engagement. But he knew that Mr.

Ellington’s affection for Vivienne was genuine.

Even if Vivienne wanted to break off the engagement, Percival would surely not agree.

“Regardless, you should not have kept it to yourself.” Jerry pointed at Matthew coldly. “We’ll settle this

later.”

They stormed out of the hospital room, continuing their pursuit of Percival and Vivienne.

The nurse, who had been too frightened to speak since the men barged into the room, finally breathed

a sigh of relief. She stuttered, asking Matthew, “Sir, did you offend some kind of underground force?”

“Worse than that.” Matthew sighed heavily.

He hoped that Percival could distract these men for a while longer, so they wouldn’t remember him and

come looking for trouble.

Meanwhile, after visiting Matthew, Vivienne and Percival took the elevator down to the underground

parking lot.

Originally, Vivienne planned to stay with Matthew for a while, but Percival urged her to leave, assuring

her that his men would take good care of Matthew.

She knew what Percival was anxious about, so she left with him.

Once they got in the car, Thomas backed out of the parking space and asked Percival, “Mr. Ellington,

where to?”

The car fell silent for a moment.

Percival’s properties in Havenwood had all been destroyed, and he was certain that if he took Vivienne

to a hotel, those nine men would likely cause a ruckus there as well.

“Take me home.” Vivienne said flatly.

She had planned to return to Tranquil Estates today anyway.

And it was time for her to move out of Percival’s place.

She had moved in initially to investigate why he had her mother’s pendant. Now that everything was

clear, there was no reason for her to stay.

Thomas glanced at Percival in the rear-view mirror. Seeing no objection, he drove out of the parking lot,

heading towards Tranquil Estates.

He never thought that Mr. Ellington would compromise and begin living separately from Vivienne.

...

Tranquil Estates.

It was almost midnight, but Dorian and Cordelia hadn’t slept due to the day’s events.

They were still worried, despite knowing that Vivienne was safe. Thus, they sat silently in the living

room.

When they heard the doorbell, Cordelia was restless, fearing that something else had gone wrong. But

when they saw Percival and Vivienne standing outside, the couple looked stunned.

"Vivienne, Percival?" Cordelia quickly opened the door. "What brings you here so late?"

"I'm moving back." Vivienne said succinctly.

"Good, good." Dorian replied as he broke into a beaming smile. "It's about time you moved back."

He had never been in favor of Vivienne living with Percival. If it weren't for Cordelia's insistence that

their daughter was old enough to make her own decisions and that they shouldn't interfere too much,

he would have brought her back home long ago.

He always felt uncomfortable when he thought about his well-raised daughter living with a man.

However, Percival wasn’t just any man. He was a golden pig.

As he spoke, Dorian stepped aside to let Vivienne in.

Vivienne walked in, sat on the sofa, and poured herself a glass of water.

When she looked up, she saw that Percival had followed her in.

She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes questioning why he came in.

"Dorian, Cordelia, I'm afraid I'll have to crash here tonight as well," said Percival, his tone polite.

Vivienne looked at Percival in surprise.

Percival gave her a hook-lipped smile.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Those nine disciples had the guts to destroy his house, but would they dare destroy Vivienne's house?

They refused to let them live together? Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

They could dream on!

"Huh?" Dorian looked at Percival, his face a picture of suspicion.

His daughter had just moved back home, and this man had the audacity to want to stay as well?

Percival explained with a smile. "My house has been infested with nine mice. It's too noisy to live in, so

I have to trouble you."

"Nine mice?" Cordelia frowned. "Is the sanitary condition of your neighborhood that bad? Do you want

me to recommend some mouse poison?"

"If you could, that would be great." Percival replied seriously.

Vivienne almost spat out her water.

She looked at Percival's serious expression in astonishment.

He wasn't actually planning to use mouse poison on her nine disciples, was he?

"Don't you have any other properties in Havenwood?" Dorian asked skeptically.

"Nine pesky mice have messed up all my houses." Percival replied with a poker face.

Even Cordelia didn't believe him at this point, exchanging a wary glance with Dorian.

They thought maybe it was because Vivienne and Percival had a spat. Vivienne wanted to move back

home, and Percival came along to make amends.

But since Percival insisted on staying, Dorian couldn't just kick him out. He nodded to Cordelia. "Alright

then. Get a room ready for Percival."

"No need to trouble yourself; I can sort it out." Percival said with a grin.

Cordelia still helped him set up a guest room.

Thankfully, it was summer, so they didn't need many blankets; otherwise, they wouldn't know what to

give him.

Vivienne didn't pay much attention to the matter. She felt a bit peckish and had been craving Cordelia's

pasta for a while.

After hearing that Vivienne wanted her pasta, Cordelia let Dorian help Percival and went to the kitchen

to whip up a late-night snack.

Dorian wasn't too happy about Percival's stay. While dusting off a blanket, he covered Percival in dust.

However, Percival didn’t mind; he let his father-in-law vent his minor irritation.

Once the room was sorted out, Cordelia's pasta was ready.

Except for the already sleeping Thaddeus, the four of them sat around the kitchen table, enjoying the

late-night snack. The atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

Just as Vivienne was about to go for a second helping, Percival's phone rang. He took it out and saw

Leopold’s name on the screen.

Since Dorian and Cordelia were there, he didn't put it on speaker. He walked to the guest room to

answer the call, keeping it short.

"Speak."

"Percival! You dare stay at the Mystic Mistress's house?!" The voice that came through wasn't

Leopold's, but an extremely angry and unfamiliar male voice.

"Hmm." Percival let out a cold chuckle. "So? What can you do to me?"

"You!" Dawson was almost fuming, but he really couldn't do anything to Percival.

They could mess with Percival's houses, but they couldn't touch Vivienne's place.

That damn Percival! He had blocked their way!

"Percival! You're digging your own grave!" Dawson spat out through his gritted teeth. "Get the hell out

of her house now!"