The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 428

Calista froze.

Vivienne?

Vivienne was the Specter Healer? How was that even possible? How could she be the Specter Healer?

No way! Absolutely no way!

While Calista was lost in thought, Vivienne curled her lips into a smile. "The lab report from yesterday that I let you get your hands on was meant for your eyes only."

With a flick of her wrist, Vivienne removed the needles from Calista's pressure points.

"You're Mr. B!" Calista gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Hearing the answer she wanted, Vivienne said, "Mr. Wolf, we can leave now; the others should be arriving soon."

Calista grabbed Vivienne's arm, "No, you're not Mr. B. Who are you, really?"

Vivienne shrugged her off with a cool detachment, "You talk too much."

With that, she headed downstairs.

Before Calista could wrap her head around what was happening, Percival knocked her out with a chop to the neck. Dragging her by the leg, he hauled her down the stairs.

"Mr. Wolf, do you always have to be so rough? Can't you replace a more subtle approach?" Vivienne clicked her tongue. Jeffrey was still nursing a fracture, Henry wasn't faring much better, and now Calista was being dragged away too.

Talk about brute force.

"It's efficient. I'm not skilled with the needles like you are," Percival replied nonchalantly.

As long as it shuts them up, it works.

Vivienne didn't know what to say, but she wondered if Percival might one day turn to domestic violence.

Glancing down at her petite frame, she questioned whether she could withstand a punch from Percival.

Percival seemed to catch her drift and touched her head with his free hand, speaking earnestly, "I'm a good man!"

Not only would he never consider harming Vivienne, but even if he did, he probably couldn't take her down. After all, she had the ability to immobilize him with just a needle.

Her thoughts always seemed to follow a different track from everyone else's.

Vivienne blinked, her long lashes fluttering, "Only a jerk would have 'I am a good man' written all over his face."

Percival was left speechless.

That hit home. Babe!

Vivienne's lips curled into a smile, and she casually looped an arm around Percival's neck, buddy-buddy style, "Don't worry, Mr. Wolf. Even if you did lay a hand on me, it would just mean a midnight chat with my mom by your bedside. A little heart-to-heart over coffee, maybe some life advice."

Percival couldn't help but wonder if his mother-in-law might actually be rising from her grave.

He felt a chill run down his spine at the thought.

Before he could speak, Vivienne continued with utmost sincerity, "And the nine disciples might want to have a word with you too. They might gift the Ellington family with an occasional bomb, but don't worry, Mr Wolf, you have plenty of real estate. Just buy another house if one gets blown up."

Percival was rendered silent.

"However, appeasing my master isn't a simple task," Vivienne clicked her tongue. "The old man is exceptionally protective, and if he discovers his precious disciple has taken a beating, he could make your life a living hell."

She paused, then added, "By the way, my master is a renowned geomancer. His talent for fortune-telling is unparalleled, especially in altering fates. Push him too far, and he might just change your destiny, maybe even to that of a beggar. The kind that faces eighty-one tribulations."

Percival thought to himself, "Fine! I got the message. Champion of ensnaring husbands! Vivienne, hands down!"

Percival wrapped an arm around Vivienne, his voice seductive, whispering in her ear, "Vivienne, would you really let me suffer like that?"

His voice was magnetic, sending shivers down Vivienne's spine. She raised an eyebrow, "Of course not. Let's keep things harmonious and loving."

Percival kissed her cheek, "Come to my apartment tonight, and I'll show you exactly what 'harmonious and loving' means."

This time, it was Vivienne who was silenced.

Okay!

She blushed.

If Calista were still conscious, she would probably ask, "Are you two even human? Here I am being dragged by the leg, and you're flirting? Have you no consideration for others?"

Of course, Percival and Vivienne believed there was no need to consider her feelings, as they didn't see Calista as a human.

Seeing Vivienne silent, Percival teased her earlobe with a smile, "Are you blushing, Vivienne?"

Vivienne cleared her throat, "Ahem! Business first!"

With that, she turned and walked away.

Percival chuckled. Vivienne blushing was quite a sight. He liked it.

But it wasn't the time for romance. He didn't tease her further and followed her out, dragging Calista along. Before stepping out, Percival called out towards Richard's bedroom, "Grandpa, you can wake up now."

From upstairs, Richard's voice boomed, "No, I'll sleep a bit longer."

Percival was speechless, thinking, "So committed to playing sick."

At the door, Percival handed Calista over to Leopold.

Leopold hoisted her up like a sack of meat, "Where to?"

Vivienne pulled out a navigation system that was virtually unseen in the market, "Here."

"Got it."

Leopold, now, didn't dare to question Vivienne's instructions.

Thomas, recently discharged from the hospital, sat in a Bentley on Capital Avenue. Though it seemed like he was waiting for rescue, in reality, his gaze was fixed on the traffic jam ahead. Suddenly!

Fiona's car zoomed in from the opposite direction, barreling straight toward the jammed-up mess of vehicles with laser-focused intent.

Thomas chuckled, tapping the earbud nestled in his ear. "Close the net!"

Fiona had just sprinted up to the vehicle when she saw her driver, completely unharmed, casually enjoying some tunes inside. In an instant, she grasped the ruse.

But it was too late.

Thomas and his crew had her completely surrounded. "My apologies, Miss," he said with feigned courtesy.

With a wave of his hand, Thomas mimicked Percival's chilling demeanor to a tee.

His men seized control of Fiona and her driver, popping open the trunk.

Inside lay a woman.

Meanwhile, Percival and Vivienne had reached their destination.

"Vivienne, why the heck are we in this godforsaken place?" Leopold parked the car out of sight and joined Vivienne in taking cover by the roadside.

"It's a trap," Vivienne said, popping a lollipop in her mouth and nonchalantly handing one to Percival.

Leopold looked on, "Hey, what about me?"

"Go ask your sweetheart for one," Percival shot back with a glare.

Leopold protested, "Sweetheart? Do I even have one? When I'm dodging bullets with you every day, when would I replace time to date?"

Percival queried, "Did you really throw away Griffin Martinez's affections like that?"

"Please, just zip it. That shrew? She's the last person I'd want to marry!" Leopold retorted.

As they bickered, a sleek red car pulled up a hundred yards away. Out stepped Astrid, clutching a bomb detonator in her hand!