The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

When on earth did the old man hand over the financial reins to Percival?

He didn't even give him a heads-up!

The old man's favoritism for him was shooting through the roof!

After pouring his life into the company for so many years, he was still nothing compared to his father's

grandson.

He just handed over the financial reins like it was nothing?!

"Do you want to see the Ellington Group go down the drain?!" Ryan gritted his teeth.

While standing next to Vivienne, Percival shot him a nonchalant glance. "If you want to end this farce,

you must apologize to Vivienne."

He, a grown man, apologize to this little brat?!

Ryan found it utterly ridiculous. "Percival, don't push it. Just because the old man dotes on you doesn't

mean you can command me…"

But before he could finish, Vivienne raised her hand, and a silver needle struck Ryan's throat.

"Ah…" Ryan opened his mouth in shock, but nothing coherent came out.

"If you're not willing to apologize, then your mouth is of no use." Vivienne's indifferent gaze swept over

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She didn't care about Ryan's apology.

But for Percival's sake, she'd rather not trouble herself over something that could be resolved with an

apology.

However, if the other party was ungrateful, she saw no need to show them any mercy.

"What did you do to my dad?!" After seeing his father's face contort in pain, Paul couldn't help but rush

forward. He tried to grab Vivienne.

But before his hand could reach Vivienne, Percival raised his own and broke his arm.

"Ahhhh!!"

Percival was very skilled. The pain shooting through Paul’s arm was a hundred times worse than a

broken jaw.

Paul felt as if millions of ants were crawling over him. The agony was almost unbearable.

"No! No!" In the blink of an eye, her husband and son were both writhing in pain on the floor. Cathy fell

to her knees in a panic. "I'll apologize! I'll apologize! Please spare them! Paul and Ryan were just

misguided. They meant no harm!"

However, no matter what Cathy said, it was as if Vivienne were staring at her like an ant, completely

ignoring her pleas.

Vivienne looked down at her. "I've never been an overly kind person."

She couldn't be bothered to waste her gaze on her any longer and turned to signal Percival to take her

home.

Percival cared about nothing but Vivienne. Naturally, he'd listen to whatever she said.

"Vivienne, Percival, let's go." Leopold escorted Vivienne and Percival out.

The remaining disciples glanced at the people in the room. "Remember to take a detour when you see

our Vivienne in the future." They spoke in unison, with voices as cold as ice.

Jerry looked at Ryan. He was kneeling on the ground and drooling uncontrollably. "Vivienne is still too

kind-hearted." Jerry said as he cracked his knuckles.

"Indeed." Daniel and Donald echoed coldly; their eyes were gleaming with anticipation. "Just sealing

your throat is too light a punishment."

Eric raised his eyes, as if he were assessing something. "I'm short a few lab rats in my lab, perhaps…"

When Vivienne was operating on Richard, he had just finished operating on Thomas.

He then received a call that someone was picking on Vivienne.

He immediately rushed to her side.

Paul, whose arm was completely broken, recoiled in pain. He was trying to hide, like a scared mouse.

"What do you want?! You.."

He had no idea that Vivienne's disciples were not only from prominent families but were also highly

skilled.

They had countless ways to make him suffer that would leave no trace. The only problem was whether

he could bear it.

…

Vivienne got into the car and immediately fell asleep.

Percival specifically asked Leopold to drive smoothly. He held her in his arms to ensure she had a

comfortable sleep.

Vivienne leaned against Percival's shoulder, looking like a rare, well-behaved kitten.

Percival gazed adoringly at the girl in his arms as he ran his fingers through her hair.

He knew that once this kitten woke up, she'd be a vengeful leopardess who no one could stop.

Just two days after the surgery, Richard had regained consciousness.

He was still very weak when he woke up, but he immediately summoned his children and grandchildren

to find out what had happened.

In just a few days, Ryan and Paul looked haggard. It was as if they hadn't slept for dozens of hours.

They could barely stand on their trembling knees.

Upon learning that they had made things difficult for Vivienne and insisted that she take responsibility

for the surgery, Richard was so angry that he threw his thermos at them. "You bastards! Do you want to

kill me with anger?!

Vivienne is our family's treasure. If it weren't for her personally performing the surgery, do you think I'd

still be alive?!"

The thermos hit Ryan in the face, causing his right cheek to swell instantly. "Dad, I…"

Cathy quickly stepped forward to defend him. "Dad, you don't know that Percival, to support his

fiancée, even helped outsiders put pressure on our family. At the critical moment when the Ellington

Group needed funds, he refused to sign off on them!

Now there's a lot of criticism out there, and our partners are having second thoughts about

collaborating on future projects with us!"

She thought Richard would reprimand Percival, but instead, he applauded. "That's my good grandson!

If he can't even protect his own fiancée, what right does he have to be a part of the Ellington family?!"

Ryan's family was dumbfounded. What kind of magic potion had Vivienne given Richard? Or had she

done something during the surgery?

How could everything she said or did win Richard's favor?

As they were talking, Percival walked into the ward with Vivienne.

Richard looked a bit under the weather, but he still seemed spirited.

"Grandpa, if you hadn't woken up, Auntie Cathy would've had my head on a platter." Percival calmly

said.

Ryan and Cathy were fuming. They were practically choking on their own rage. Just who was going to

have whose head on a platter?

Vivienne's disciples were nothing short of devils. They tormented Paul and Ryan to within an inch of

their lives, and here was Percival playing the victim.

"I'd like to see who'd dare!" Richard's expression turned frosty as he looked at his idiotic family, but he

then turned and beckoned Vivienne to his side.

"Vivienne, I owe you my life." He said with a smile.

"I'm not sure what I can offer you as an old man, but for the insolence of my son and grandson, I must

administer a punishment to them myself!"

Saying this, he signaled Ryan and Paul to step forward. "Both of you, kneel down! Apologize sincerely

to Vivienne! If Vivienne doesn't forgive you, I won't let you off either!"

No matter how stubborn these two were, after being disciplined by Vivienne and Percival and being

thrashed by Vivienne’s disciples, they could only bow their heads in front of Richard.

"Vivienne, I'm sincerely sorry." Paul pounded his head against the ground, fearing his apology might

not be loud enough to appease Vivienne. "You're a bigger person than me. Please let bygones be

bygones. I beg for your mercy!"

Ryan also knelt down, defeated. His voice was raspy, like a rusty bell. "I was blind not to see your

worth, Vivienne. Please don't hold a grudge against us. If it'll cool your anger, Paul and I are ready to

do anything."

"Are you sure you're willing to do anything?"

Vivienne raised an eyebrow slightly as a playful tone emerged from her lips.