The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

The Ellington clan, besides Richard and Percival's parents, didn't even register on her radar. She

couldn't be bothered to spare them any thought.

Whether the money spent on the stone came from her pocket or Percival's was none of their business.

This time, for Richard's sake, she let it slide. But there wouldn't be a next time.

"By the way, I'm planning a party here in Rivenwood to formally introduce you to everyone." Richard

announced. "Back in Havenwood, no one knew who you were. There were always small-minded folks

who relished feeling superior, so I want everyone to know that you're my granddaughter-in-law. If

anyone tries to bother you, they'll have to think twice."

With that, Richard turned to Percival. "What do you think, kiddo?"

"I couldn't agree more."

Ever since Vivienne decided to come to Rivenwood, Percival had instructed Thomas to start preparing

a feast.

He had been playing the cripple for years, so it was about time things got on track.

Ever since Vivienne got engaged to him, people have been mocking her for marrying a 'good-for-

nothing.' He could shrug off the insults, but he wouldn't let his little lady be wronged.

"Vivienne, what about you?" Richard asked Vivienne.

Vivienne furrowed her brows and remained silent for a moment before saying, "Let's go with your plan,

Grandpa."

"Great! It's settled then." Richard wrapped up the conversation, then turned to Cecilia. "You take care of

the arrangements in the next few days. Let's get this done sooner rather than later."

"I got it, Dad." Cecilia replied.

Afterward, Richard gave Vivienne a tour around the Ellington Mansion.

The Ellington Mansion was quite different from the Brooks Mansion. It was actually more of a

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It was quite an interesting change of scenery.

They had lunch together, and then she returned to the Brooks Mansion with Percival.

Meanwhile, Cathy and the others returned to their respective cottages.

In the Northern Gardens in the Ellington Mansion.

Fiona Ellington was at her desk, sketching jewelry designs. The floor was littered with discarded drafts,

and her cool face was tinged with frustration.

Suddenly, the door opened. Her room door was ajar, and she looked up to see Heloise entering with an

unhappy expression.

Without stopping her work, Fiona glanced at Heloise and asked, "Mom, weren't you going to see

Percival's fiancée? Why are you back so soon?"

"Don't even get me started! I'm so annoyed!" Heloise threw her bag on the couch, sat down, and

gulped down a whole lot of water.

"What happened?" Fiona looked at the completed sketch in front of her as her eyebrows knitted

together.

She had been drawing all day, but something always felt missing.

She aspired to design a unique set of hand ornaments, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't

surpass Master Jessica's Ophelia's Heart.

If only she knew Master Jessica, she would love to ask her what kind of inspiration led to such

astonishing creativity.

"It's all because of your grandpa!" Heloise fumed. "He's so biased! He gave Percival 30 million to

splurge on his fiancée! What's more infuriating is that Percival's fiancée is Scott Brooks’ daughter, and

your grandpa is already spoiling him rotten. Now that he's engaged to her, it's nothing but a huge boost

for him."

Heloise raved. "Once he spreads his wings, how is your brother, Jeffrey, supposed to seize the

company from him?"

Fiona's eyes narrowed as a trace of mockery curled the corners of her lips.

Jeffrey Ellington, that waste, was thinking of wresting the company from Percival? He should take a

good look at himself first.

She gathered her thoughts and gave her mom a faint smile. "They're just engaged, not married. It's still

early days. Why are you so worked up, Mom?"

"Can I not be worked up?" Heloise asked anxiously. "Haven't you seen how Ryan's family is eyeing the

position of successor? Especially that Paul! He’s trying everything he can to worm his way into the

company. But look at your brother! When your grandpa finally wants him to gain some experience in

the company, he refuses!"

Just thinking about it made Heloise’s blood pressure rise.

Fiona touched her lips with her finger but said nothing.

She looked at the failed draft in front of her and crumpled it up before throwing it away.

She refused to believe that she couldn't create a design better than Master Jessica's.

"But at least you've established yourself in the design department. As long as we can get the old man

to change his mind about the successor, our family still has a chance." Heloise mused to herself.

Fiona glanced at her. "Grandpa has already chosen Percival as his successor. How can he change his

mind so easily? Mom, I think you should stop worrying about this."

Everyone thought Percival was useless, but no one knew that not only was he not useless, but his

influence could easily crush the Ellington family.

What was the point of this superficial struggle?

Who could compete with Grandpa's favoritism towards Percival?

They were nothing more than clowns.

"Worry about what?" Jeffrey, who had been holed up in his room all day, was about to go out for a drink

when he heard Fiona.

"What else could I be worried about?" Heloise stood up and jabbed him in the forehead. "You spend all

day cooped up in your room, painting your silly little pictures. When Grandpa wanted you to go work at

the company, you refused?! What do you think you're going to achieve with all this painting?"

"Mom, that's unfair!" Jeffrey protested. "What do you mean by 'silly little pictures'? They're my

treasures!"

"What treasures? If you keep acting like a baby, the Ellington family will end up in Percival's hands. And

where would that leave us?" Heloise’s was laced with frustration as she mercilessly chided him.

"He wants to take over the Ellington Group? I'd like to see him try. He's a good-for-nothing, Heloise.

You honestly think he can take us to greater heights?" Jeffrey retorted with nonchalance.

As a child, Percival was quite the star. From elementary to high school, he always topped his class. He

was the pride of the Ellington family.

But when he got into college, his grades plummeted. He barely managed to graduate, and that too was

only after intense cramming under the pressure of his grandfather. He got his degree, but it was a close

call.

Later, when his grandfather sent him to the company, he managed to ruin several projects. Left with no

choice, his grandfather told him to stay home.

From then on, Percival was labeled as a good-for-nothing.

Little did they know, Jeffrey was secretly full of resentment.

So, he couldn't care less about Percival taking over the company. His concern was the two brothers of

his eldest uncle, Ryan's family.

He didn't join the company just to let the Ryan's family lower their guard.

He spent his time painting, but he never stopped studying management.

"Jeffrey..."

Before Heloise could finish, Jeffrey interrupted her. "Enough. I have things to do. I'm going in."

Before Heloise could stop him, he had already closed the door.

Heloise pointed at the closed door and exclaimed, "He's going to be the death of me!"

Fiona glanced at her, put down her pen, and stood up. "I have some things to take care of. Don't wait

for me at dinner."

With that, she grabbed her bag and left.

As the door closed behind her, Fiona's expression turned icy. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed

a number. "Why is he still alive?"

Fiona coldly cut off whatever the person on the other end was saying. "I don't want to hear excuses.

This time, I want him dead. Don't mess it up again and leave him half-dead!"