The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 230

Dorian was dumbstruck.

Wasn't this the house he used to rent for five hundred dollars a month?

How did it become Thaddeus's?

“Did you also see Thaddeus’ name?" Cordelia looked up with confusion etched all over her face. "I

thought I was seeing things.”

The two were silent for a while, then it hit them.

“Vivienne bought the house in Tranquil Estates!”

Cordelia, her eyes welling with tears, plunged into Dorian’s arms. “I knew a house for only five hundred

a month in Tranquil Estates was too good to be true. That girl, Vivienne...”

She felt so stupid. Anyone with a grain of sense would know that a house in Tranquil Estates wouldn’t

be rented out for just five hundred dollars a month. Moreover, this neighborhood had never been open

to external renters.

Despite this, they had rented it at an incredibly low price.

It was Vivienne's house.

Dorian held Cordelia as a lump began to lodge itself in his throat. He felt bad. He owed Karen and

Vivienne so much, and despite his best efforts to make up for it, he kept accumulating more debt. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Tears kept streaming down Cordelia’s face. “Dorian, we can never repay Vivienne.”

Dorian gently patted her head and whispered, “Then let's just love her more in the future. I will work

hard to build up my career so we can move to Rivenwood, where we can take care of her.”

“Okay.” Cordelia said with a smile.

“Mom, Dad, you're old married folks, so why are you so clingy?” Astrid joked to lighten the mood.

“Your boss gave you a week off. You're not in a hurry to leave, are you?” Cordelia didn't answer but

glared at her.

“No, no rush.” Astrid was a bit scared when her mother suddenly became upset.

“If you’re not in a hurry, then stay home and keep me company for a few more days.” Cordelia sighed.

“All my children are leaving the nest. I’m starting to feel lonely.”

Astrid fell silent.

Her mom sure was a handful. She didn’t have to take her frustration out on her just because she

missed Vivienne.

...

Two days later, in Rivenwood.

In the quiet suburban forest, Anna, with a swift and clean move, plunged a knife into the heart of the

last man in black. After pushing his bulky body away, she staggered back a few steps and leaned

against a tree to catch her breath. Around her, seven or eight men in black lay dead.

Night had fallen, and the cold moon hung high in the sky, seemingly watching the injured girl through

the sparse branches.

Anna caught her breath, tore off a piece of her sleeve with her bloody knife, and used it to bind the

wound on her arm, tying a knot with her teeth.

Just as she released her teeth, she saw a flashlight darting around in the darkness of the forest.

“Damn it! These guys are like flies!” She cursed under her breath as she spat out a mouthful of blood

and headed in the opposite direction.

After she was kidnapped, she managed to escape when her captors let their guard down.

She was now on the run and had been relentlessly shaking off their pursuits and fighting off assassins.

Finally, she sought refuge in this forest. But she wasn’t expecting her pursuers to catch up to her so

soon.

The cold moon shone ahead, and she moved slowly through the dark forest, one step at a time.

The path ahead was unknown, and there was endless darkness behind her.

Suddenly, she heard the honk of a car horn and ran towards it. If she could stop a car and escape to

the city, she could hide better, even if she couldn't contact her people.

Not much later, she saw the light from the street lamps. She quickened her pace as she moved

towards it.

She stumbled out of the forest and finally reached the road. She was about to head towards the city

when she heard the sound of cars behind her.

Her heart leaped with joy, but it came crashing down when she saw the black cars and the men in

black inside them.

The black cars, upon seeing Anna, immediately sped up towards her.

She ran as fast as she could, but suddenly, a silver car and another black car blocked her way. A sense

of despair washed over Anna.

However, just when the leading black car behind her was about to intercept her, the silver car zoomed

past Anna and hit the black car, flipping it over.

Anna was stunned. When she saw the beautiful, cold face in the silver car, she was overjoyed. “Ms.

Vivienne!”

Vivienne glanced at her and stepped on the gas, making the car swerve to block the other black cars.

The men in the black cars were ruthless. They never slowed down and crashed into Vivienne’s silver

car one after another.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Vivienne’s silver car’s passenger side was severely damaged, and the entire car moved due to the

impact. The screeching sound of tires brushing mercilessly against the asphalt filled the air.

“Ms. Vivienne!” Anna cried out in worry.

Vivienne suddenly opened the car door, jumped out, rolled over to Anna, and pulled her to run. “Go!”

Percival drove another black car over and stopped beside them. Leopold opened the back door and

pulled them into the car.

Before the car door even closed, Percival hit the gas, spinning the car around and driving off.

At the same time, a installed time bomb in the silver car exploded, taking the engines and fuel tanks of

other black cars with it.

The powerful explosion almost flipped Percival's car over.

Anna turned back and saw the burning cars they left behind. In the midst of the flames, several men

were crying out in pain and rolling on the ground in agony.

Leopold also turned back. He looked at the calm Vivienne and Percival as he whistled, “That's what

you call a real man. Real men never looking back at an explosion!”

“I'm a woman.” Vivienne casually corrected him.

"Cough, cough, Vivienne, you're something else!" Leopold could brown-nose as smoothly as a

seasoned politician. "Though you're a woman, you've got more guts than any man I know. You're the

real deal. No dude can keep up with you."

"Are you implying that I'm some kind of gender-bender?" Vivienne shot him a sly, side-eyed look,

revealing a hint of malice in her eyes.

"No, no, I'm complimenting you!" Leopold hastily backpedaled. "I'm saying you're tougher and stronger

than any man or woman I know."

"Well, after all these years, I can't say you've made much progress elsewhere, but your silver tongue

certainly has." Vivienne remarked nonchalantly.

"That's all thanks to your good teaching, Vivienne." Leopold didn't feel a shred of shame for his

buttering-up skills.