The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Lysander was seething with anger, his face darkened as he snapped, "Can't you guys just back off?

Ms. Vivienne got her double PhD from Elite University at 16. I had to move heaven and earth just to get

her here. What more do you want? Do you think just anyone can get her to teach? If not for my

personal connection with her, she wouldn't be here at all. Your kids get to call her teacher, isn't that an

honor?"

Lysander thought his words would calm these parents down. Instead, they were incredulous and even

sarcastic.

"A sixteen-year-old with a double PhD from Elite University? Lysander, how much did Vivienne pay

you? You're even willing to toss aside basic decency. Who is Vivienne? Everyone in the city's high

society knows that."

"Yeah, right. She left the Hawthorn family with her mother from the sticks when she was nine and has

been at the Emerald Monastery ever since. She hasn't left the mountain in ten years. Where did she go

to school? Did she self-study? Are you saying she's a genius? That's hilarious."

"Absolutely! The Hawthorn family did take Vivienne back, but even Beatrice refused to acknowledge

her. If she's really that exceptional, why hasn't Beatrice held a recognition banquet?"

"You guys!" Lysander was livid. He wanted to defend Vivienne, but she hadn't brought her diploma

when she was hired.

Actually, Vivienne brought it, but Lysander didn't ask.

Vivienne was hired to teach Class Eighteen and wasn't expected to lecture. There was no need for her

diploma. Plus, he knew about her degrees, so he thought it wasn't necessary.

He didn't expect these parents to question it, and he was at a loss for words.

Lysander was furious, so he pulled out his phone to call Vivienne. He wanted her to bring her PhD

certificate and slap it in these people's faces to prove she didn't get in through the backdoor.

Just as the call connected, a ringtone sounded from outside the office.

Vivienne outside the office was taken aback that Lysander would call her at this moment. It was a bit

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She hung up and walked into the office.

"Lysander."

Seeing Vivienne enter, Lysander immediately went up to her, "Ms. Vivienne, did you bring your PhD

diploma?"

"No."

Who would carry their diploma around all the time?

"Can you go back and get it?" Lysander whispered to her, "You see how outrageous these parents

are."

Although Lysander was the principal, he could only manage school affairs. These parents all had high

social status and wouldn't listen to him.

Only Vivienne's diploma could shut them up.

"I can go get it, but do you think it would help?" Vivienne gave a mocking smile.

These people's prejudices were deeply ingrained. They had always thought she was not fit to be a

teacher.

Even if she brought her diploma, they would find other reasons. They might even suspect it's fake.

"Are you Vivienne?" While Vivienne and Lysander were talking, a woman suddenly asked Vivienne.

Vivienne looked at her and answered emotionlessly, "I am."

"I hope you can leave Cloudcrest High School voluntarily. Our children can't accept you as their

teacher!"

Vivienne glanced at her, "I'm paid by the principal, and unless he asks me to, I won't leave."

The parent frowned, "Are you deliberately opposing us? Be clear, our families are no worse than the

Hawthorn family. If we unite, you won't be able to stay at Cloudcrest High School. Even the Hawthorn

family won't be able to stay in Havenwood."

"So are you threatening me?" Vivienne laughed, her eyes slightly squinted, but the smile didn't reach

her eyes.

"Yes, I'm threatening you!" The parent held her chin high, "If you're smart, you'll leave Cloudcrest High

School. Otherwise, don't blame us for not warning you. My child is facing entrance exams and can't be

affected by you."

"Oh?" Vivienne raised an eyebrow, and then she suddenly looked up, "Which family are you from?"

The parent frowned, then lifted her head proudly, "The Field family."

The Field family was in the clothing business and had developed their brand into a second-tier brand

over the years.

This woman was Hilda Field, who always liked to compare herself to other socialites.

If it was about family status, the Field family was no match for the Hawthorn family.

But the Field family was rich. If it was about money, the Hawthorn family was outrun.

Because the current Hawthorn family, without a good perfume formula and a large investment, would

soon face bankruptcy.

Vivienne walked up to Hilda and said calmly, "I have a pet peeve, and that's being threatened. Hilda,

you seem to have a lot of free time. Let me give you something to do."

Before Hilda could respond, Vivienne took out her phone and made a call, "Dawson, I'm being bullied."

On the other end of the phone, Dawson, the chairman of Alliance Enterprises, stood up at once. "Who's

that?"

He swore that messing with Mystic Mistress was a one-way ticket to hell!

"The Field family from Havenwood."

"Hold tight, Mystic Mistress, I'll get your revenge for you!"

"That's fine. You alone will do."

Dawson was about to rally his brothers, but stopped when he heard Vivienne's words, "Alright, got it."

After hanging up, Dawson immediately summoned his assistant, tossing a check at him, "Invest 20

million bucks into messing with the Field family. If any of the Fields could still cause a fuss, it's on you!"

The assistant shivered, "I'm on it!"

He scampered away immediately.

The Field family must be out of their goddamn minds!

It was rare for the chairman to single out a company. They even had the balls to piss him off!

Hearing Vivienne's phone call, Hilda scoffed, "You trying to scare me? Give it a shot, and see if I flinch.

Do you think I'll let you continue teaching here? Dream on!"

Vivienne kneaded her temples, speaking indifferently, "I never thought that you had the say over my

coming and going."

"You!"

Hilda was fuming, ready to explode. Then a teacher rushed in, excitedly exclaiming, "Principal, Mr.

James' team has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Vivienne glanced at the time on her phone. It was exactly 8 am.

Mr. James was punctuality personified. When he said eight, it was eight.

Hearing this news, The other parents dropped their grudges against Vivienne. With smiles on their

faces, they were eager to meet Mr. James and show off their kids in front of him.

"Quick, let them in." Lysander was also very excited.

Soon, the teacher led Mr. James' team into the office.

The principal's office was huge. It was dozens of square meters, but with the parents and Mr. James'

team, it felt packed.

The moment Mr. James walked in, he spotted Vivienne, "Vivienne, finally, there you are! Let me see.

Have you lost weight or gained some?"

The parents who had been ready to greet Mr. James were taken aback by his words, their eyes wide in

disbelief as they stared at Mr. James, too stunned to react.