The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

At a coffee shop.

Vivienne stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, scanning the room, the brim of her baseball cap

pulled down low enough to cover her face, before striding in.

She reached the door of a booth, pushed it open, and stepped in. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The man inside immediately stood up at her entrance, "Boss!"

He, too, was dressed in all black with a baseball cap on. Unlike Vivienne, he was also wearing a mask.

You couldn't even see his eyes unless he looked up.

His name was Draven.

It wasn't his real name. He had started using it when he began following Vivienne. As for his original

name, he couldn't remember anymore.

Vivienne closed the door, shot him a glance and said, "Don't pick places like this next time."

Draven replied, "Yes, boss."

Vivienne sat down, poured herself a cup of coffee, and took a sip.

It was good coffee, but it couldn't compare to the coffee at Cordelia's place.

"Boss, I've turned the Hawthorn family's old mansion upside down, but I couldn't find the other bottle of

potion," Draven stood behind Vivienne, his tone serious.

Vivienne furrowed her brows, "Did you check everywhere?"

"I've checked everywhere. I even moved the tiles in the mansion's bathroom, but I didn't find anything,"

Draven responded, "I've also planted a bug in Beatrice Hawthorn's room. She's never mentioned the

potion to anyone. Is it possible that the information was wrong and the potion isn't at the Hawthorn

family's?"

"There's no way," Vivienne said in a low voice, "My mother took two bottles of potion away. I have one,

and the other was left at the Hawthorn family's."

This was what her mother had told her on her deathbed.

At the time, her mother was worried about getting her involved and hadn't planned on telling her. But

after receiving a phone call at the last moment, she changed her mind.

Her mother had given her a bottle of potion and told her to keep it safe, also told her that there was

another one at the Hawthorn family's...

And then, her mother passed away.

Her main purpose for going to the Hawthorn family was to find that bottle of potion.

"Could it be with Dorian?" Draven asked, "I've searched every nook and cranny of the Hawthorn

family's. If it's not there, it could only be with Dorian."

Vivienne shook her head, "It's not with him either."

She'd already thoroughly searched that three-bedroom apartment when she'd first moved in, but she

didn't find the potion.

After moving to Tranquil Estates, she'd searched again, but the result was the same.

That's why she'd sent Draven to search the Hawthorn family's.

It wasn't in the Hawthorn family's either - that was strange.

"Is it possible that Dorian knew the importance of the potion and didn't keep it at home?" Draven

questioned.

Vivienne's expression froze. Could it really be like that?

But aside from his home, where else could Dorian hide the potion?

"Why don't you just ask Dorian directly?" Draven suggested.

"I can't," Vivienne lowered her head, her expression unreadable.

She wasn't sure what kind of person Dorian was yet.

She couldn't be certain if he was really as kind as he appeared to be, or if he was acting nice to her on

purpose to get something.

What's more, asking him directly without knowing for sure if the potion was with him could be a

misstep.

She had to make sure Dorian was truly trustworthy.

"What's the plan now?" Draven paused for a moment before suddenly adding, "By the way, there are

two other teams looking for the potion recently. One is GTO, and the other's identity is unknown. I didn't

dare to act rashly, so I didn't stop them."

Vivienne frowned, "GTO has already found the Hawthorn family so quickly?"

"Yes, boss. You're in danger now."

Vivienne suddenly laughed, "Shouldn't they be the ones in danger?"

Draven was lost for words. He knew his boss would say something like that!

His boss is always so confident.

Vivienne took a sip of her coffee, stood up, and said, "Have your people pull out from the Hawthorn

family. You don't need to worry about this anymore."

"But you..."

Vivienne gave his shoulder a pat and flashed him a mischievous smile, "I've got nine lives! I won't die."

Draven was speechless.

After leaving the coffee shop, Vivienne returned to Tranquil Estates.

Percival and the others were still there.

Seeing Vivienne return, Cordelia immediately came to greet her, "Vivienne, have you eaten?"

"Not yet." She had been thinking about that meal all along.

"I've prepared it already. Give me a second, I'll bring it to you." Cordelia knew Vivienne hadn't eaten, so

she quickly went to the kitchen.

In the living room, Richard and Dorian were playing chess, and Isolde was playing with the toy Vivienne

had bought for Thaddeus Hawthorn on the balcony.

Percival, Leopold, and Thomas were each holding a phone, engrossed in whatever they were looking

at.

Vivienne sat down on the sofa, directly opposite Percival. She glanced at him and her eyes narrowed

slightly.

Draven had mentioned that another team was looking for the potion. She had a hunch this might be

connected to Percival.

His mention of his mother today was certainly not a coincidence.

Was his initial appearance at Emerald Mountain deliberate?

Hmm, interesting.

"Dinner's ready, Vivienne. Come eat," Cordelia brought the food over, and Vivienne thanked her,

picking up her utensils to eat.

She was really starving.

"Haha, I lost!" Richard, who was playing chess, suddenly laughed out loud, "Dorian, I never expected

you to be this good on playing chess. I won't brag about how good I am at chess, but I can count on

one hand the people who have beaten me. You're really good."

Percival was speechless.

Richard beat those people not because he was good at chess, okay?

"Oh, I'm nowhere near your level. I just play chess with people in my neighborhood when I have

nothing else to do," Dorian said modestly, but he was secretly laughing inside.

Even a newbie could beat Richard's level of chess skills.

"Dorian, I like your character. I'll come to play chess with you when I have time," Richard really liked

Dorian's family.

Dorian was honest and upright.

Cordelia was gentle, generous, and kind.

And Vivienne was beyond reproach.

He had been very comfortable these few days in Havenwood.

"Sure." Dorian had prejudices against Richard and Percival at first.

But after getting to know them, he found they were actually pretty good. Richard wasn't arrogant at all,

very down-to-earth. He didn't look down on them because they were poor.

Percival was very polite, his demeanor was very elegant, completely different from the useless person

rumors said he was.

After Vivienne finished eating, she was about to take the dishes to wash, but Cordelia took them from

her and didn't let her wash.

Vivienne didn't refuse again.

She glanced at the group of people chatting enthusiastically in the living room, walked over to Dorian,

poured him and Richard a glass of water each, and suddenly asked, "Dorian, you've been with my

mother for nine years. Do you know what kind of person my mother is?"

Hearing this, Percival, who was holding his phone, paused slightly. He looked at her with some

surprise.

Was she talking to him?