The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Half a month had passed since the North Peak race.

Scott needed to leave town for a few days, so Vivienne decided that it was time to make her move.

She carefully calculated her timing, planning to sneak into Scott's study under the cover of night when

all of the Brooks family were sound asleep. Her goal was to unlock his safe and discover its secrets.

However, before she could even begin her mission, Kala turned up in her room to invite her to watch a

show.

“Vivienne!” Kala was in high spirits. She pulled Vivienne towards their home theater to share a new

show she was hooked on. “This show is absolutely brilliant! The chemistry between the leads is simply

unparalleled!”

Vivienne didn’t know what to say.

Could she admit that she couldn't care less about TV shows?

Oblivious to Vivienne's lack of enthusiasm, Kala dragged her to the home theater regardless.

Once Kala started a show, she couldn’t stop. She discussed the plot with Vivienne until late into the

night, showing no signs of fatigue.

“Look at him, Vivienne! Don’t you think the lead guy is just so handsome?!”

Vivienne glanced at the screen without much interest.

Was he handsome?

He was nothing compared to her Mr. Wolf.

While resting her chin on her palm, she barely took notice of the cliched drama on the screen, choosing

instead to think of Percival, who was off somewhere.

They hardly saw each other lately. She now felt lucky to see him once every couple of weeks.

She'd grown accustomed to the feeling of having Percival around her. Once a person got used to

something, it became hard to break that habit.

They continued watching the show until the wee hours of the morning. It was only around three o'clock

when Kala finally felt exhausted. She rubbed her eyes as she said, “I’m so tired, Vivienne. Let’s call it a

night.”

“Alright.” Vivienne stood up, preparing to return to her room.

Kala waved her off sleepily, yawning as she headed to her own room.

Vivienne first disabled the surveillance in the study, then skillfully located the safe.

The safe was exactly where it had been. There were no signs of it having been moved. It seemed Scott

hadn't realized it had been tampered with.

Vivienne carefully observed the safe, then pulled a pair of tweezers from her tool kit. She was about to

start working when she heard a faint noise outside.

Someone was there?

Her eyes narrowed as she grabbed her toolkit and crouched next to Scott's desk, listening to the

movements outside.

The footsteps slowly approached the study, paused outside the door, and then opened it.

Vivienne held her breath, hiding her presence completely.

“Where is it?”

It was a familiar female voice.

Vivienne looked up, and her brows instantly furrowed.

Paula Brooks?

What was she doing here?

Paula didn't live at the Brooks Mansion anymore. After her previous tantrum, Baron kicked her out and

banned her from returning.

It seemed that she still had the gall to sneak back into the mansion in the middle of the night and enter

Scott's study.

Vivienne squinted her eyes. What was she looking for?

Noticing that Paula was approaching the desk where she was hiding, Vivienne took out a marble from

her toolkit and threw it out the door.

The marble rolled quickly and hit a vase stand in the hallway, making a loud noise.

“Ah!” Paula let out a yelp of surprise, then quickly covered her mouth and started looking around in

panic.

She didn't see anyone around, but her guilt added to her fear.

She had snuck back into the Brooks Mansion and was rummaging through Scott's study. If Baron or

Scott found out, they'd be furious.

Paula's heart pounded like a drum in her chest as she turned and fled.

Once she was gone, Vivienne reopened her toolkit, took out her tweezers, and started working on the

safe again.

The safe was made of special materials and had three layers of security to ensure its contents were

kept safe and intact.

She switched out her tools as needed, and within three minutes, she turned the handle.

The safe made a click, and she opened it.

She carefully pulled open the door to find a ring and a thick notebook inside.

Vivienne took out the notebook and flipped through it as her eyes narrowed with every page. It was a

love letter Scott had written to her mother.

“Karen, where are you? I think about you every moment of every day. If you were still here, we might

be watching the snowfall at Ancient Peaks.”

“Today's weather is so beautiful, just like the day we first met. I wonder if you remember. For me, it was NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

an unforgettable memory.”

“You are the love of my life. I could never love anyone else.”

Vivienne read a few more pages, but her beautiful face remained expressionless.

She picked up the ring from the safe and stared at it for a while.

Then she chuckled as a mocking smile spread across her lips.

Heh!

She had underestimated Scott after all.

Did he really think that preparing these items would make her believe him?

Her expression cooled as she put everything back into the safe.

She didn't bother to wipe off her fingerprints.

Since Scott had already detected her presence and had thoughtfully prepared these items for her to

find, erasing her traces would be superfluous.

She might as well tell him straight out that she had been here and that she had seen everything.

...

The next day.

After breakfast at the Brooks Mansion, everyone left, and only Vivienne remained when Mila came

over.

Despite being scolded the last time she visited, Mila hadn't given up. She was determined to change

Baron and Scott's opinions of her.

“Vivienne, I'm glad you're here.”

As soon as she walked in, Mila headed towards Vivienne in the living room with a bag in her hand. She

sat down next to Vivienne, saying warmly, “I came to apologize for last time. Calista was out of line for

upsetting you. I've spoken to her about it. It was just a misunderstanding, after all. It's normal to have

some friction. As long as we clear things up, everything will be fine.”

Mila sat near her, and her lips moved rapidly as she continuously chattered away.

Vivienne found it nothing short of noisy.

This woman was amusing. Her eagerness to see Scott was as clear as day, yet she always chose to

come when Scott was absent.

What was her game?

Was she intending to win over the daughter since she couldn't win over the father?

Ha!

Vivienne was toying with her smartphone, not bothering to look up at her. She was too lazy to even

make up a response.

"Vivienne?" Seeing that Vivienne was ignoring her, Mila awkwardly brushed her hair as the smile on her

face froze.

She had humbled herself to apologize, yet the other party didn't even bother to give her a respectful

glance. Vivienne treated her as if she were invisible, like she was not even worth acknowledging.

"This is a gift I brought for you. It's the latest fashion item; it’s not even yet on the market. It’s a creation

from the designer, Myrna."

As she spoke, Mila carefully took out a coat from a paper bag, presenting it as if it were a treasure.

She had spent a significant amount of money and pulled many strings to purchase this piece of

clothing, all to win Vivienne's favor.

Even though it cost her a pretty penny, thinking about the potential of becoming the matriarch of the

Brooks family made all the money seem insignificant. She grudgingly accepted the cost.

Only those who could endure would succeed. She had to win over Vivienne's heart; that was the only

shortcut to success.

"Oh? A piece from Myrna?" At this moment, Kala leisurely descended the stairs.