The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 204

Donald glanced at Jerry and Eric, and ran a hand through his hair with a hint of vanity.

"By the way, Vivienne," he said while grinning at her, "I recently pimped up a new car. I think you're

gonna love it. I was actually thinking of letting you take it for a spin."

"Oh?" At the mention of the car, Vivienne's interest was piqued.

Donald was known for his top-notch car modifications, and she'd driven some of his custom builds

before.

"Where's the car?" She asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"It's on its way." Donald replied while shooting a smug glance at Percival, who was sipping his tea with

a faint smile hidden behind his cup.

Just then, Donald's phone rang. His assistant sounded terrified. "Sir, your car, the TLJ691, was hit... It's

totaled."

"What?!" Donald's eyes widened in shock. "Who the hell hit my car?!"

His assistant stuttered. "It was… it was Mr. Ellington's men... They drove a steamroller right into it."

Donald shot Percival an enraged look. "Percival, did you destroy the gift I was going to give Vivienne?!"

"You've ruined so many of my properties." Percival took another sip of his tea, his voice calm and

composed. "Is it so terrible that I destroyed your car?"

He turned to Vivienne with a tender expression on his face. "Vivienne, I can get you any car you want.

My car modification skills are quite good, too. Would you like to give it a try?"

This caught Vivienne so off guard that she nearly choked on her tea.

Jerry and the others glared at Percival, but none of them dared to challenge him.

At that moment, Daniel cleared his throat. "Vivienne, I've also got a gift for you."

He pulled out a large box, intending to show her the top-notch ruby he'd picked out, but something felt

off. The box seemed to be... moving?

Perplexed, he opened the box only to find a sleepy kitten inside, which meowed softly at him.

"Aaaah! It’s a cat!" Daniel shrieked like a schoolgirl and flung the box away. He jumped up, almost

landing in Jerry's arms.

Vivienne caught the kitten mid-air. It was a British Shorthair that was silver in color. She thought it was

quite adorable.

But Daniel looked like he'd seen a ghost. It was quite amusing, considering he was a big, burly man.

As a kid, Daniel had been pranked and locked in a room full of stray cats for three days and nights,

which left him traumatized. He'd never been able to get over his fear of cats.

Vivienne petted the kitten and glanced at Percival, who was leisurely sipping his tea.

Leopold, who had been shying away in the corner, was suddenly under the scrutiny of Jerry and the

others.

"How did he know what gifts we were going to give?" Jerry asked as his gaze fixed on Leopold.

All eyes turned to Leopold.

Leopold raised his head nervously, flashing an awkward smile at them.

The next moment, he was being dragged out to the yard by them.

They couldn't fight in the living room. It would scare Vivienne’s parents.

"Percival, help me!" Leopold cried out to Percival in panic.

Percival merely sipped his tea, not even sparing him a glance.

Just then, Vivienne's parents, Dorian and Cordelia, who were sitting on the couch, turned to her,

looking confused. "Shouldn't we stop them?"

Vivienne and Percival, both enjoying their tea, shrugged off their concerns.

After finishing his third cup of tea, Percival picked up his phone and dialed Eden Perez, the CEO of the

Perez Group.

"Mr. Perez."

Eden sounded nervous. "Mr. Ellington, how may I assist you?"

"I have a complaint." Percival said with a soft laugh.

"A complaint?" Eden asked, sounding confused. "Who dared to offend you?"

"Your eldest son." Percival replied. "He and his men destroyed all my properties in Havenwood. What

do you propose we do about this?"

"What?!" Eden's voice rose several pitches. "Those little pests really had the balls to mess with you?!

I'll skin them alive!"

Percival hung up, finally feeling satisfied.

Just as the group of eight, who had just returned from Leopold’s “punishment,” were relaxing in the

living room, their phones rang almost simultaneously.

"Dad?" Jerry answered.

Just as he asked, a furious roar came through from the other end of the line.

"You little brat! Do you have a death wish? What gave you the audacity to tear down someone else's

house?! Get your ass back here right now! If you aren’t on a plane back within half an hour, don’t blame

me for sending someone to fetch you!”

Jerry froze, and the other seven men apparently suffered the same fate. They were all left stunned by

the incessant yelling from their parents.

He glanced at Percival, who was smirking, and instantly understood what had happened. “Percival, do This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

you have no shame?! At your age, you’re resorting to tattling like a child?!”

Percival, with a smug expression, wrapped an arm around Vivienne's waist. “I’m just following my

fiancée’s advice.”

“Vivienne, are you just going to let him bully us like this?” Daniel complained, still standing a safe

distance away, in fear of the cat in Vivienne’s arms.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow. She was actually thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. She didn’t want to get

involved and shrugged. “You guys bully my fiancé, and you expect me to help you? Eight of you lost to

him alone. Aren't you embarrassed?”

Daniel was speechless.

At that moment, their phones started ringing like crazy again. They saw that it was their parents’

numbers. They all knew a throbbing headache was coming, making them all reluctant to answer. They

dashed upstairs to pack their bags, then rushed back down, ready to leave.

“Don't forget to take the hazardous waste in the yard with you.” Percival called after them.

The eight guys froze and glanced disdainfully at Leopold, who was barely conscious on the ground. But

they still picked him up and left.

With the nine of them gone, the living room became eerily quiet.

Percival took a deep breath. With those nine troublemakers gone, even the air seemed fresher.

He turned to Thomas and gave him an order. “Clean up the room next to Vivienne's and disinfect it

thoroughly.”

Thomas immediately complied, and without Percival having to say anything, he moved all of Percival's

luggage into the cleaned room after tidying up the room in which Dawson used to stay.

After Percival moved into the room next to Vivienne's as he wished, he gave Thomas another order.

“Remember to send the bills for renovating my houses to Leopold.”

Thomas silently mourned for Leopold. Broken bones and a hefty bill, and it wasn’t a small sum either.

Leopold's allowance for the year might just cover it.