The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 231

Just then, four black vehicles appeared ahead, closing in on them in a pincer attack. The two leading

cars swerved aggressively, preparing to flank them.

"Can you handle this?" Vivienne asked, her gaze fixed on the two oncoming vehicles. From her tone, it

seemed like she was both concerned and challenging him. "If not, let me take the wheel."

Percival twitched his mouth, freeing one hand to pinch Vivienne's delicate cheek. His voice held a hint

of playful resentment. "Vivienne! You're not allowed to question my ability again!"

He was a perfectly capable man.

He could handle this.

Vivienne was a bit taken aback by his strong response.

“I’ve heard about your driving abilities, but I have no proof.” She said candidly.

“I am driving, Vivienne. Just sit back and watch.” One thing Percival never lacked was confidence.

Vivienne was at a loss.

With a swift turn of the steering wheel and a solid stomp on the clutch, Percival raised half the car's

body in a sudden tilt. Using the same move Vivienne had previously executed in Havenwood, he

maneuvered their vehicle through the oncoming cars just in time.

Both Anna and Leopold gasped, gripping their seats tightly as their faces grew a shade paler. Only

Vivienne laughed. "Not bad! You’ve been learning.”

After dodging the attack, the car landed heavily on its tires and sped off.

"Of course. My wife is the best teacher ever." Percival replied with a grin.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, finding Percival increasingly audacious. Before she could correct his

presumptuous term of endearment, the four black cars were already turning around to give chase.

"Persistent bastards." Vivienne muttered under her breath as she turned to Leopold. "Got any

weapons?"

"I do." Leopold handed her a silver revolver from his waist.

Vivienne took the gun, lowered the car window, and fired four shots.

With four resounding bangs, each bullet accurately hit the gas tanks of the chasing cars.

In a roaring explosion, the gas tanks burst into flames. The vehicles collided with each other, and the

men inside didn't even have a chance to escape before they were consumed by the fiery inferno,

leaving them to die in unbearable agony.

"Way to go, Vivienne!" Leopold cheered. He was excited to see Vivienne in action again after so many

years.

His celebration was cut short when he accidentally bumped into Anna's injured arm.

"Ouch!" Anna winced in pain, so Leopold quickly apologized. "Sorry, sorry, I got carried away."

"How's your arm?" Vivienne tossed the gun back to Leopold and reached out to examine Anna's injury.

"It's okay. It’s just a scratch." Anna shook her head. "It's not serious."

Vivienne looked at Anna's determined face, noticing the blood on the knife Anna was holding.

That certainly wasn't Anna's own blood.

Vivienne saw a bit of herself in Anna. She was a lone wolf who always downplayed her injuries and

licked her own wounds in solitude, turning herself into a formidable weapon.

"Ms. Vivienne, how did you find me?" Anna asked curiously.

"The enemy sent out a lot of false information. We had to split up and search each location." Vivienne

replied calmly, "We were lucky to find you, and you were lucky we did."

"Why did you come to Rivenwood alone?" Vivienne was slightly annoyed at Anna's recklessness. If

Anna hadn't run off to Rivenwood on her own, she wouldn't have been in danger in the first place.

"I was exposed in that kidnapping incident. If I stayed at Cloudcrest High School, I might have brought

danger to the other students."

Anna shook her head as she continued, "Besides, I knew what you wanted from me. I didn't take it to

Havenwood. It's hidden in Rivenwood. I haven't been back in a long time, so I thought I'd scout the

place out first."

"Did you finish your scouting?" Vivienne raised an eyebrow.

"I did." Anna looked back at her. Her eyes swept over the silent Percival and Leopold in the car,

questioning their trustworthiness.

"Should I tell her about your identity, or will you?" Vivienne turned to Percival, who was still driving.

"I'm Wolf." Percival replied in a calm tone while focusing on the road ahead.

"You're Wolf?!" Anna was taken aback. She had heard that the new leader of her mother's former team

was code-named Wolf.

"Lark was my mentor." Percival added, making his allegiance clear.

Anna's gaze then shifted to Leopold.

"I'm on your side, too." Leopold said reluctantly, his expression a mix of annoyance and resignation.

"My code name is Husky."

Anna couldn't help but laugh.

"Quite fitting." Vivienne nodded seriously. Considering Leopold's chatty and goofy nature, there was no

code name more suited to him than "Husky."

"Vivienne!" Leopold protested, feeling even more wronged. How could a handsome and charming

gentleman like him be called Husky?!

It was all Percival's fault.

Of course, their code names were decided by drawing lots. Everyone else had drawn cool or

intimidating code names like "Silver Fox," "Hawk," or "Viper." But when it was his turn, he got "Husky."

He was furious at the time. Who on earth had snuck such a ridiculous code name into the lottery? And

how unlucky was he to draw it?!

After being teased by his teammates for three days and nights because of his code name, he found out

that Percival had played a trick on him. When it was his turn to draw, Percival had replaced all the lots

in the box with "Husky." No matter what he drew, it was destined for that to be his code name.

What's worse, Percival had already reported their code names that day, leaving him no chance to

change it.

From that point on, his code name became the butt of all jokes at the station.

Merely thinking about it made him want to give Percival a taste of the revolver in his hand.

Percival seemed completely unbothered by the murderous aura emanating from the backseat, courtesy

of Leopold's glare.

"Since you are injured, let's head back to my place first to treat your wound." Percival simply told Anna.

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things."

"Fair enough." Percival lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, suddenly furrowing his brows.

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, and his previously relaxed fingers tightened around the wheel.

Vivienne also stared coldly at the endless stretch of woodland by the roadside.

From the left side of the woods, the roar of motorcycle engines was deafeningly close, causing a sense

of irritation. A group of motocross bikes in all sorts of colors burst out from the woods, circling their car.

The bikers brandished crude iron rods and baseball bats, relentlessly striking at the windows of the car.