The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 918

The wedding reception was winding down when Vivienne, with all she'd learned, breezed over to the champagne tower. She grabbed a flute of bubbly, determined to prove she could handle her liquor. Just as she took her first sip, the tower collapsed towards her in a shimmering cascade.

Before she could dodge, a pair of cool hands wrapped around her, pulling her safely away. The champagne flowed behind her like a waterfall, its scent filling the air. She looked up into the eyes of her savior, his grip already loosening. He stepped back, his amber eyes glowing, a soft smile gracing his lips before he nodded at Vivienne and quickly disappeared without a word.

Vivienne's heart fluttered. It was the same man who'd rivalled Mr. Wolf in charm that morning. She watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she was swept off her feet. Percival, with his sharp jawline and a cool aura, carried her outside to a swing set up for the wedding. Her curls danced in the breeze, a smile playing on her lips.

"It wasn't me who was watching him; he saved me," she teased, her voice light and playful.

Percival's gaze remained intense, his voice cold. "But you kept staring even after he left."

Before Vivienne could muster an excuse, Percival's kiss silenced her, fierce and demanding, their breaths mingling in the warmth of the moment. Finally, they parted, breathless.

Percival shook his head, amused and slightly defeated by Vivienne's boldness.

"Shall we head back to the villa?" Vivienne suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Percival couldn't help but feel a warm blush at his own jealousy. He buried his face in her neck, his voice husky, "The wedding isn't over yet."

Vivienne played with his hair, "It's fine. The important parts are done. It's almost over."

They shared a laugh, their playful banter a testament to their deep connection. But their moment was interrupted by a call to Percival's phone. He answered, revealing a lead on a suspicious car and a mystery that needed solving.

Vivienne's own phone rang with news of missing women, deepening the mystery. Despite their desire to spend the night together, duty called. They decided to investigate the suspicious location in the city's

east.

As they drove, the urban landscape gave way to desolation. The further east they went, the more abandoned it seemed. They reached a small village, eerily quiet in the daylight.

Percival parked and armed them

both with sleek handguns, ready for whatever they might replace. "Several of my people disappeared investigating this village," he said, his voice grave. "I was going to come alone, but now that we're both here, stay close."

As they approached the village, Vivienne felt a chill. This place held secrets, and they were determined to uncover them, together.

Vivienne flashed a sly smile, her voice laced with a commanding tone, "There's nobody in this world who can handle me. It's them who should be worrying about their safety!"

Stepping out of the car together, guns holstered at their hips, they walked one after the other, eyes sharply scanning the village.

As soon as they entered the village, Vivienne sensed they were under surveillance. The road was flanked by houses, each harboring a sniper. This place was definitely where the bodies were hidden.

No wonder Percival's men hadn't returned. Once within the sniper's range, they'd look for an opportunity to take a headshot.

Percival realized the gravity of the situation too, but retreating now wouldn't help. It would only make them easier targets.

They had no choice but to keep moving forward.

Walking behind Percival, Vivienne playfully wrapped her finger around his, feigning fatigue, "We've walked so much. I'm tired, and I need a drink."

Percival surveyed their

surroundings, "It's my fault. I thought

bringing you to Rivenwood to trace your roots would be a good idea, but I got us lost and led us to this desolate place, thinking we'd replace someone selling water."

"How about we knock on a door and ask?" Vivienne suggested. What she meant was, they could use the pretext of seeking shelter or water to assess a house for threats or use it as cover, ready to neutralize any occupant on sight.