The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 13
Vivienne’s gaze darkened slightly as she fixed him with a cold stare before finally taking a seat across from him.
Then she turned to the waiter, “I’ll have one of everything... the most expensive stuff you’ve got.”
The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then gently reminded her, “Miss, we have over a hundred dishes here and none of
them are cheap. It’s just the two of you. Isn’t that going to be a bit much?”
Vivienne looked up, her red lips curling into a faint smile. Her delicate fingers pointed at Percival across the table, her voice
melodious, “Bring us your top three signature dishes first. The rest can be packed up and sent to Tranquil Estates. He’ll pick up
the tab.”
The waiter couldn’t help but look at Percival. A smirk tugged at Percival’s lips as he pulled out a bank card and handed it to the
waiter, “Do what she says.” With a nod, the waiter walked away.
Soon all three signature dishes were served. Without any hesitation, Vivienne picked up her cutlery and began to eat.
Percival poured her a drink, then filled his own glass with wine, raising it in a toast, “Ms. Hawthorn, I am grateful for your help
back in Emerald Mountain.”
He never got the chance to repay her. He could pretty much guess that as soon as he mentioned repayment, she would demand
the cancellation of their engagement as her reward.
Vivienne’s beautiful eyes lit up with amusement, narrowing into a slit as she laughed, “As for the repayment, just cancel our
engagement.” Percival nearly lost control of his expression.
“I do owe you a favor.” Percival took a sip of his wine, his voice smooth and lingering, “Maybe I could offer myself as payment.
How’s that?” “Not interested.”
Vivienne looked him up and down. He was handsome, just a bit shameless.
“Well then...” Percival took out the pendant again, his fingers gently caressing it, still wearing that gentle expression, “how about
using this pendant to secure our engagement?”
Vivienne’s face darkened, a chill settling in, “Are you threatening me?”

“It’s a repayment.” The smile on Percival’s lips grew wider, “Good deeds should be rewarded. I found your pendant. Don’t you
think you should repay me?” Vivienne had the urge to punch Percival. If she had known he was such a scoundrel, she would
have left him to be dog food back in Emerald Mountain. She raised her eyes to look at him, then suddenly laughed, “This
pendant isn’t that important to me. If you don’t want to give it back, then just throw it away.”
Percival’s lips twitched at the corners, this girl... was a hard nut to crack. He placed the pendant in front of Vivienne, “I have one
of these pendants too.”
Vivienne suddenly looked up, her expression stern as she stared at him. “How did you get this pendant?”
The only people who had this pendant were her and her deceased mother. But after her mother’s death, while sorting through
her belongings, she found her mother’s pendant missing. She remembered the news she had received, that after her mother’s
death, Percival had also went to their home, looking for something.
Was he looking for a person or a thing?
Vivienne’s gaze darkened, an aura of threat radiating from her. If this pendant didn’t belong to Vivienne, he wouldn’t insist on
keeping the engagement. Just because he had found her pendant, and she was his fiancee, the Hawthorn family’s lady, they
couldn’t cancel the engagement.
Vivienne looked down at the pendant on the table, seemingly deep in thought. After a while, she collected the pendant, saying, “I
will reconsider this
matter.”
“Alright,” Percival smiled gently, “I’ll wait for your decision.”
Vivienne didn’t say anything more and got up to leave, but Percival seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, “One
more thing, I need your help to save my sister.”
Vivienne’s eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a wicked smile, “Mr. Ellington, do you think because I saved you, I’m some
kind of saint?”
Just as Percival was about to speak, Vivienne suddenly leaned in close, her face just a foot away from his, a small dagger
suddenly appearing in her hand, pressed against his throat. Her lips brushed his ear, her voice sounding like a siren, “I can save
you, but I can also kill you.”

Her warm breath tickled his ear, making his blood run hot. Percival’s body tensed, his long fingers rested on the sharp dagger, he
gently took it away from his neck, leaping in to close the distance between them, “Vivienne, are you trying to kill your fiance?”
Vivienne’s cheeks flushed at his sudden closeness, her eyes avoiding his, appearing somewhat uncomfortable.
Percival’s hand wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her even closer, his voice deep and captivating, “I still have some
fight in me. Do you really want to kill me?”
His voice was like a spell; especially his eyes, they were like a jolt to Vivienne’s heart.
What was happening!?
After a moment, she felt frustrated with herself. She, who was usually so composed, had unknowingly fallen into his trap. She
stood up, putting some distance between them, slowly sheathing her dagger, “You’re too good–looking. It would be such a waste
if I killed you.”
Percival’s smile deepened, “So Vivienne, will you help me save my sister? I promise there will be a reward.”
Vivienne composed herself, smiling slightly, “You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t have any medical skills. Someone else treated
your injuries that day!” Percival was stunned. Before he could respond, Vivienne spoke, “As for whether we cancel the
engagement, it depends on your behavior
12.50
With that, she turned and left.
Vivienne hopped off the cab back at Tranquil Estates. She barely stepped foot in the neighborhood when she spotted Dorian and
Cordelia bolting towards her car, looking panicked.
“Quick, to Eastern Star Nursery...”
Vivienne furrowed her brows, stepping out of the car. “Dad, what’s going on?”
Dorian suddenly turned his head and, upon seeing Vivienne, froze in place. “Vivienne?”
Vivienne nodded, “Where are you rushing off to?”

“Your brother’s school called. He got into a fight with some kids and hurt someone, and they want us there ASAP.”
Tears welled up in Cordelia’s eyes, “Thaddeus is usually such a good kid, timid too, but then he suddenly threw a punch, I’m
really worried.”
Dorian turned to Vivienne, “Vivienne, you go home, Cordelia and I will go to the school.”
Vivienne’s expression darkened. After a slight pause, she softly said, “Let’s go together.”
Eastern Star Nursery.
Principal’s office.
“This kid is both poor and uneducated. We shouldn’t let him into our school.”
As Vivienne and the others reached the door, they heard a shrill and biting voice. Dorian might be a bit soft–spoken, but he
fiercely protected his own kids. He especially couldn’t stand someone bad mouthing his kids. As soon as he heard this, he blew
his top, bursting through the door, “Who are you calling uneducated?”