The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 190

Leopold, with a team at his disposal and the full cooperation of Jaylan, swiftly located the bomb.

Felix had planted it underground.

Moreover, not too far from the bomb was a hidden tunnel. If things took a turn for the worse, Felix could escape through the tunnel while activating the bomb.

It was clear that this was not a last-minute plan. Felix must have had the tunnel dug out a long time ago.

When Felix saw the bomb being discovered, he was already calm.

From the moment this plan started, he anticipated all kinds of unexpected situations. His failure was also within his calculations.

What he did not account for was how powerful Vivienne was.

Not only was she Shadow Wolf and a fighting master of high caliber, but her bomb-dismantling skills were top-notch too.

Of course, another thing he did not foresee was that the supposed good-for-nothing heir of the Ellington family was far from being a waste.

Once the bomb was defused, Vivienne and Percival set Felix free.

Felix glanced at them as his eyes closed resignedly. "I lost. If you want to kill me, just do it."

His failure was his own doing. Even if Vivienne and Percival did not kill him, his organization would.

The task given to him by the organization was to get the reagent.

The reagent he had injected his subordinates with was indeed the latest innovation of the organization, but it was far from perfect.

It had many drawbacks. For example, those subordinates would soon die in a violent explosion.

But after Vivienne breached his firewall last time, a knot formed in his heart. He wanted to play this game to prove the strength of his hacking skills.

Alas, he lost.

Vivienne took out a tissue and wiped her hand that had touched Felix. A cold glimmer filled her eyes. "I told you that death is not the outcome you will get. I will make you wish you were dead."

She was about to make her move with a silver needle in hand when Percival stepped in front of her. He caressed her head gently and said in a doting tone, "Let me handle this. Don't dirty your hands." Vivienne paused, and for the first time, someone was standing in her way, protecting something pure inside her.

She lifted her head and showed a smile as warm as a spring breeze. "Alright."

Percival lifted his hand, and soon a man came up to him. "Break his arms and legs, feed him the drug, and dump him in the potter's field." Vivienne looked a bit surprised.

After seeing her look, Percival smiled and asked, "Too lenient a punishment?"

"I initially thought of throwing him into the wolf den." Vivienne half-closed her eyes, her smile bright yet chilling.

Percival's cold lips curled up in a smile. His voice was melodious and pleasing to the ear. "Don't spoil the wolves' stomachs."

Vivienne's smile grew even brighter. "Yes, your punishment is better than feeding him to the wolves."

Their conversation was casual, but Felix shuddered at their words. "Vivienne! Just shoot me!"

Even with his strong mental fortitude, after being mutilated and left in the potter's field, he would surely break down.

Vivienne lifted her eyes. She placed her hands in her pockets and slowly approached him, still showing a chilling smile. "Death is never the worst punishment."

With that, Vivienne turned around to feed an unconscious and injured Matthew a pill, then gave out an order to Jerry and the others. "Take him to the hospital."

She had checked, and the bullet hadn't pierced Matthew's heart.

Her pill could save his life, and the hospital just needed to remove the bullet.

Percival didn't even spare Felix a glance. He turned around, took Vivienne's hand, and left with her under the moonlight with everyone watching.

The only sounds left were Felix's horrid screams.

Those who were watching Vivienne and Percival leave, like Jerry and the others, felt like they were watching a beautiful painting. The two figures in the lead were ethereal. They were almost inhuman. After a while, Dawson was the first to snap back to reality. "Damn! The Mystic Mistress and her man are gone!"

The rest quickly snapped out of their daze and chased after them.

After a few steps, Dawson remembered Vivienne's order and had Leopold's men take Matthew to the hospital, then he too chased after them.

The men were unsure why they were being ordered around. But it was clear these people were with their captain, Leopold.

Matthew lying on the ground was seriously injured, so they lifted him and left.

Leopold also shook himself out of his daze, quickly gave a few orders, and hurried off.

But by the time they got to their cars, Vivienne and Percival had already driven off.

They quickly got into their cars and followed.

Meanwhile, Dorian and Cordelia were still at the original place, looking confused.

What happened?

Why did their daughter leave?

Just as Dorian was about to call Vivienne, her call came in. "Mr. Hawthorn, I apologize, but I need to go save Isolde. You guys head home first; I'll be back once I'm done." With that, she hung up the phone.

He sighed helplessly as he looked at the disconnected call, frowning as he realized he didn't have the chance to say a word.

"Let's go. Vivienne still has to go save Isolde." He said to Cordelia.

Cordelia said worriedly, "She's going? It's so dangerous; why didn't you try to dissuade her?"

Dorian gave a bitter smile. "Who can stop her? We've underestimated Vivienne. She's much stronger than we could ever imagine."

She was just like Evelyn.

Cordelia sighed, said nothing more, and left with Dorian.

On the road, Percival drove at top speed. His and Vivienne's expressions became very serious.

Once the car started, Vivienne called Draven. "How are things on your end? Have you rescued Isolde?"

"We saved her!" Draven responded. "It seemed like those guys anticipated that you would prioritize saving the students of Class Eighteen. There were only a few guards at Miss Isolde's side. Eric and I took care of them. But Miss Isolde was a bit shaken up. We're planning to take her back to Mrs. Cecilia's mansion."

Vivienne felt her tension ease a little. "Okay, I got it."

Percival finally slowed down.

After ending the call, Vivienne turned to Percival. "Isolde is shocked. Is there still a bakery open at this hour?"

She did owe Isolde this time.

But if she had to choose again, she would still save the students of Class Eighteen first.

She could not trade over forty lives for one.

"I'll have the chef bake one right now."

With that, Percival dialed a number.

They headed towards Cecilia's mansion.

The car behind them followed at a leisurely pace.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the mansion's entrance.

Percival and Vivienne got out of the car, immediately noticing the three cars that had followed them.

Percival frowned and turned to Vivienne. "Are they here for you?"

He remembered that back at the warehouse, those guys seemed to be calling Vivienne 'the Mystic Mistress.'

Vivienne gave him a mischievous smile. "I think they're here for you."

Percival was stunned. "For me?"

Vivienne casually put her arm around his shoulder, giving off a buddy-buddy vibe. "They're my disciples. They're here to force you to cancel the engagement."

Percival fell silent.

So, these eight were planning to steal his bride on their first meeting?

Percival turned his head, glanced at them, and deliberately held Vivienne's hand, striding towards the mansion.

The guys behind them looked extremely displeased.

Dawson stared at their intertwined hands. He pointed at them as his nose almost went crooked in anger. "That bastard! What is he doing? Who gave him the right to hold the Mystic Mistress's hand? Damn it! I'll chop his hand off!"

"He's doomed!" The others squinted their eyes as they exuded a dangerous aura.

Leopold, who had followed them, glanced at them but didn't say anything. He silently followed them inside.

However, after only a few steps, he was yanked back by the collar by Jerry. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Hey, hey! Jerry, what are you doing? We're civilized people, so no violence, please!" Leopold struggled to continue walking inside.

By now, if he didn't understand what was happening, he might as well be called a fool.

All along, Mystic Mistress had been by his side, and he hadn't noticed at all.

If it weren't for the eight senior disciples learning about the Mystic Mistress's engagement and coming to Havenwood to confront the bastard, he might still be oblivious.

And the man he had been swearing to castrate was...

Ah!

Just thinking about it gave him a headache.