The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

While Percival and Vivienne were testing each other, the car pulled into Tranquil Estates.

When Vivienne got them home, Richard and Isolde Ellington had already arrived, along with Leopold

Sterling.

Vivienne leered at Leopold, then turned to Percival, "You only gave living expenses for four. Why there

are five people now?"

Before Percival could answer, Leopold chuckled and said, "Hey, don't be so stingy with me, I'm just

here for dinner. Plus I brought a gift. The money I spent on it should cover your family's meal." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Feels like you're about to get some bad luck unless you eat some garlic." Vivienne said.

"You also know how to tell one’s fortune?" Leopold asked.

Vivienne nodded seriously, "I might not have mastered everything my teacher taught me, but yes."

"Haha!" Leopold took a sip from his glass and laughed, "You're hilarious. I never knew you were such a

joker...”

“Bam!”

His glass shattered in his hand before he could finish his sentence.

Leopold's eyes widened, "Wow, it was completely out of the blue."

Everyone else in the room was also taken aback and stared at Leopold.

"Oh my, Vivienne, you're amazing. You knew one’s luck just from someone's face!" Richard stood up in

excitement, looking at the broken glass on the floor, "Leopold, you'd better do as Ms. Hawthorn says!"

The elder man Richard was the only one in the room who believed in fortune-telling.

Their generation believed there were unseen forces in the world.

Even though they hadn't seen them, they'd rather believe they existed than doubt their existence.

Now, having seen Leopold's glass shatter out of nowhere, Richard was even more convinced of the

existence of magical fortune telling.

"Richard, it's just a glass. Maybe the water was too hot and cracked it. When I picked it up, it shattered.

You do believe what she said?" Said Leopard.

"Humph!" Richard denied, "That's not the way to put it. We need to show some respect to the unknown.

You'd better do as Vivienne says."

Leopold felt that Vivienne was a prankster. He was here only to mooch a meal and why she’d mess

with him like that?

Now he was forced to eat garlic by Richard!

He was lost for words.

"Why are you still standing here?" Richard said earnestly.

Leopold was helpless. He picked up another glass, "Look, nothing happens when I hold this glass. We

should believe in science, not superstitions...”

“Bam!”

The glass shattered again!

Leopold's hand stiffened in mid-air, mouth agape, and he was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, he jumped up; his face filled with terror, "This, this is real?"

"Oh my, I told you so but you didn't listen. Go eat some garlic." Richard was really getting worried.

He had watched Leopold grow up and loved him like a grandson. He didn't want any bad things to

happen to him.

Dorian and Cordelia also advised, "Mr. Sterling, even though we believe in science, there are some

things that you just have to believe. You should listen to Vivienne. She's been dealing with fortune-

telling for ten years and knows some things."

Even though they didn't fully believe it, who could say for sure?

Isolde also advised, "Ms. Hawthorn wouldn't harm you. You've already broken two glasses. It would be

best to take her advice."

"I want to see what’ s gonna happen." Leopold refused to believe it and picked up another glass. As

before, it shattered as soon as he picked it up.

Next, he sat on a chair, and as soon as he sat down, the chair collapsed.

Not just him, but Richard and Dorian and his wife were all in a panic.

Cordelia even ran into the kitchen, grabbed a bunch of garlic, and put it in front of Leopold, "Mr.

Sterling, we're poor people who can't afford your antics. You've already broken three glasses and a

chair. If you keep this up, you'll ruin all of our stuff. Just eat some garlic and stop damaging our things."

Dorian nodded, "Yes, Mr. Sterling. I’m the only breadwinner in my family. I just started working and

haven't even received my first paycheck. If you keep this up, we'll end up homeless."

Richard even slapped Leopold on the head, "You uncouth lad. You can’t make such a mess as a guest

in someone’s home. Go eat garlic!"

Leopold was helpless, and finally, under the pressure of everyone, he ate a bunch of garlic.

That bunch of garlic with at least twenty cloves was hot as hell.

Everyone in the room was silent except for Percival.

Others didn't see it, but he saw clearly. Vivienne's silver needle pierced through Leopold's glass three

times. And her trick was peculiar. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't see how she did it.

Percival frowned. Leopold didn't know Vivienne. Why was she targeting him?

Was it just because Leopold came for a meal?

From what he had seen so far, Vivienne was not that kind of person. As long as you avoided her

sensitive issues, she was easy to get along with.

Why did she do this to Leopold?

Richard said after Leopold finished eating the garlic, "Try holding a glass again?"

Cordelia wanted to cry. What if it didn't work and another glass got broken?

But she didn't say anything. After all, eating garlic was Vivienne's suggestion, so they had to see the

results.

Leopold did as they told. He picked up a glass and held it for five minutes. The glass didn't shatter this

time.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put down the glass and grinned at Vivienne, "Hey, little girl,

you're a godsend. This trick really works."

Man, he had got some serious garlic breath after eating all that!

Vivienne glanced up and said in a casual tone, "Don't call me 'little girl' next time."

"Then what should I call you? You're younger than me, so it's normal for me to call you 'little girl'."

Leopold said.

Vivienne gave him a side-eye but didn't respond.

Cordelia had finished cooking and began serving the food since everyone was there.

Just as Vivienne was about to start eating, her phone buzzed. It was a text message alert.

Vivienne checked the message and her expression suddenly turned serious. She put down her utensils

and said, " I need to step out. Got some urgent business to handle. "

"Can't it wait till after dinner?" Cordelia called out.

"I'm not hungry." Vivienne stated. Then she headed back to her room, changing into a black hoodie and

donning a black baseball cap, left.

Watching her retreating figure, Percival was deep in thought.

He was sitting closest to Vivienne, not that he was snooping on her phone, but he happened to catch

the word "potion" on her screen when he looked up.

But it was just a glimpse before Vivienne put her phone away.

Was she researching about a potion, or did she have one on her?