The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 369

Behind Percival, a procession led by a man named Thomas marched in. Their hands were laden with an array of exquisite gift boxes.

As the boxes were opened, the treasures within were revealed for all to see.

Tens of billions in dazzling jewels.

Luxurious designer gowns.

Priceless vintage wines.

An array of rare and valuable medicinal herbs!

And deeds to properties?

Kala gasped in awe. "Going all out, aren't we? What in the world is Percival up to?"

"Could it be... A proposal?" Carl suggested, his voice tinged with excitement.

They had all known since yesterday that Percival's break-up with Vivienne was a playful ruse.

And now, with such a grand display, it seemed certain he was about to pop the question!

"Vivienne, I've handpicked all these items just for you," Percival said, his eyes softening as they met Vivienne's. He was smiling, his demeanor as warm as the sun's rays. "You wanted a breakup, and I agreed. But as for chasing after you again, it's because I love you. This has nothing to do with your mother or the Ellington family. From now on, our relationship is about no one else but us."

Percival took the box with the property deeds and handed them to Vivienne. "These are the deeds to all my properties, now in your name. I'm not one for pretty words, Vivienne. All I can say is that everything I have is yours.

I will do everything in my power to protect you, to love you. Anything others have, my girl will have too. And what they don't have, you'll have even more. From this moment on, you are my everything, the joy I look forward to for the rest of my days. Vivienne, will you marry me?"

Vivienne was utterly petrified.

Was this not just supposed to be a confession?

How did it turn into a marriage proposal? Marriage?

She was so young!

Well...

Looking at Mr. Wolf's stern face and those sensual lips, she did kind of

pounce on her man!

But.there were too many people around. It would be inappropriate!

Seeing Vivienne's silence, Percival continued, "I've already started liquidating my assets. Once that's settled, everything will be managed by you! Ahem! Just allot me a little spending money, and I'll be fine." Vivienne's eyes sparkled. "I like the sound of that!"

Carl could not help but laugh. "Vivienne, you sound like a gold digger!"

To those unaware, one could think Vivienne was poor.

But in reality, her black card casually boasted billions in assets!

In Carl's eyes, Percival was the one reaching for the stars by marrying Vivienne.

Vivienne shot Carl a serious look. "That's because I am!"

Carl was speechless.

Vivienne turned back, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Is there anything else?"

Sure, taking over all of Mr. Wolf's assets was nice. But she had not seen what she really wanted.

She was a tad disappointed.

Percival could read Vivienne like an open book. He chuckled warmly and tapped her nose indulgently. "I've already prepared it for you!"

His laugh was enchanting, like that of an ancient fairy.

Vivienne was almost lost in it.

Percival gestured, and Thomas promptly brought forward an eight-inch cake with reverence.

Strawberry cake!

Vivienne's attention was instantly captured. Suddenly, Mr. Wolf did not seem quite as appealing in comparison.

This was, of course, not because she was fickle!

"Vivienne, will you marry me?" Percival pressed, seizing the moment.

"Yes!" Vivienne exclaimed without hesitation.

Money and cake! Marriage was quite the lucrative affair, it seemed!

She wondered if doing this a few more times would be possible.

Percival's smile deepened. "Then I'll go have a word with Grandpa about picking a good date for the wedding. I'll also discuss the details with Dad."

Vivienne was only twenty, not quite appropriately old enough. They could wait a couple more years. And he was willing to wait.

As for the "Dad" he mentioned, it was, of course, not Scott!

That spot was reserved for Dorian, the father she hoped to have there.

Scott... He had nothing to do with this.

"Sounds good!"

Meanwhile, Calista watched the unfolding scene, feeling a piercing pain in her eyes.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her skin, brimming with hatred.

Why?

They had broken up, so why was he proposing again?

No!

She could not let Percival and Vivienne continue this farce!

With that thought, Calista's gaze drifted to the chandelier above.

The chandelier swayed precariously, about to fall. With a loud cry of "Watch out!", she dashed forward, attempting to push Vivienne out of harm's way. However, before her hand even touched Vivienne, she saw Vivienne step aside with a cold expression.

Calista hesitated, and then a cold glint flashed in her eyes as she lunged for a nearby speaker instead.

"Bang!"

The force of her action was so great that the sound of her arm breaking was unmistakable.

Everyone was shocked by the scene.

Mila was the first to react, rushing to Calista's side. "Calista, are you all right?"

Judith and several others followed.

Seeing the accident, Judith asked with concern, "How could the chandelier just fall? Calista, are you hurt?"

Calista cradled her arm in agony, shaking her head. "I'm fine. I'm just worried about Vivienne. I hope she isn't injured."

Struggling to her feet, she walked towards Vivienne, feigning relief. "I'm glad you're okay, Vivienne. It all happened so fast. I could only manage to push you out of the way."

After speaking, her eyes lowered, hiding a flash of malice.

She had miscalculated again.

She originally had it all figured out. The spot where Vivienne stood was close to a barely noticeable, sharp piece of rebar. All she needed to do was give Vivienne a push. Given Vivienne's height, it would be curtains for her.

However, to Calista's astonishment, Vivienne sidestepped just in time.

Her plan had fallen through.

Why did Vivienne always have such dumb luck?

Vivienne looked up, a sly half-smile playing on her lips as if she knew exactly what Calista wanted to do and found it amusing.

That look got under Mila's skin. Fuming, she stormed over and grabbed Calista's hand, venting, "Why on earth did you save her? Just look at her. Anyone with a shred of decency would at least mutter a 'thank you.' But no, not her. And that smug look she's giving you!"

The more Mila ranted, the angrier she got, tugging Calista away. "Come on, I'm taking you to the ER for a check-up!"

"Ouch!"

Calista winced, "Mom, easy!"

Mila was startled. "What's wrong with your hand? I didn't pull that hard!"

Even Judith said, "Calista, if you're hurting, you have to tell us. Don't just tough it out!"

Clutching her hand, Calista grimaced, "I think it's broken!"

"What?" Mila's voice shot up an octave, "Your hand is your livelihood. You're a surgeon, for heaven's sake! A fracture could ruin your career! Calista, was it really worth it to wreck your hand for such a heartless person?"