The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 173

Hazel wanted to move, but she couldn't.

She stared at Vivienne in fear. "What have you done to me?"

"Acupuncture. Does it hurt?" Vivienne's eyes flicked up as she spoke in a casual tone. "I'm doing this

for your own good. After all, it wouldn't be very good if you got hurt while I was cutting your hair."

It then dawned on everyone that Vivienne was highly skilled in medical techniques, but she was so far

away from Hazel that they didn't even see how she did it. Hazel couldn't move, yet Helen was

unaffected. It was truly a miraculous technique.

"No, don't! Don't touch me!" Hazel's horrified gaze fell on the scissors in Vivienne's hand, thinking she

was going to cut her hair with them.

Vivienne waved the scissors in her hand, laughing lightly. "This isn't sharp enough."

She shook her head. "You're not worth my personal efforts."

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked around the room with a cold gaze, casually asking, "Who has the

time to help Hazel shave her head? I'll give them this modified evening gown."

The crowd under the runway went quiet, then suddenly erupted into chaos.

The women eyed the color-changing gown on the Italian model as their eyes filled with fervor.

From the moment Vivienne had altered the gown, they had barely been able to take their eyes off it.

Who wouldn't want to try on such a stunning and unique design?

Moreover, Vivienne was Master Charles, which added a unique significance to this exquisite gown.

This was a piece created by both Master Charles and Mr. Mike, a combination of their inspirations, and

the only one in the world.

If they could get their hands on this unique gown, even if they didn't wear it, just keeping it as a

collection piece would be enough to make many people envious.

Even Helen, who stood on the runway, was a bit shaken. Her gaze was now flickering towards Hazel.

But this was about shaving a young girl's long hair in public. If word got out, it wouldn't sound good, so

everyone was hesitant.

"I'll do it!"

While most people were too proud to shave Hazel's hair despite wanting the gown, Charlotte had no

such reservations.

She was always straightforward and had been eyeing the color-changing gown on the runway. She

was thinking about how to approach Vivienne and Mike about it, but now that Vivienne had put forth the

offer, she stood up without hesitation.

"Charlotte! How dare you?! If you touch me, I swear..." Hazel glared at Charlotte and continued to

shriek. "If you touch my hair, I'll kill you!"

Charlotte ignored her and called a waiter over to bring a razor. She then climbed onto the runway with

her gown held high.

After seeing Charlotte approaching with the razor in her hand, Hazel cried out for help from Arabella.

"Arabella! Save me! Please, save me!"

"Grandmother..." Arabella looked pained, again asking Judith for help on Hazel's behalf.

Judith merely raised her eyelids, her face expressionless. Clearly, she had no intention of helping.

Who told Hazel to offend her savior, and to cause trouble at their family reunion dinner, not only

irritating Vivienne but also herself?

Since Judith was unmoved, Arabella turned to Scott. "Dad..."

Scott, however, was staring at Vivienne on the runway, lost in thought.

Why did he find this girl familiar?

But he was sure he hadn't seen her before.

Since Scott was distracted, Arabella tried to get his attention.

"Arabella, Grandmother already said not to associate with friends who like to stir up trouble and can't

face the consequences." Ashley chuckled from the side. "Why are you still defending someone of such

poor character?"

Arabella nearly crushed her silver teeth in rage. Hazel was her good friend, but she was publicly

humiliated by Vivienne at her own banquet. Wasn't this equivalent to a slap in her own face?

She glared at Ashley. Her gaze towards all of them was filled with barely concealed resentment.

When they first took her home, they promised to make up for their past mistakes and treat her well for

the rest of her life. But now, they allowed her to lose face at her own reunion dinner?!

"Charlotte, you bitch! If you dare touch me, you'll pay!" Noticing that her pleas for help were futile,

Hazel's eyes flashed with desperation as she began to curse at Charlotte and Vivienne. "Vivienne, you

slut! Without Percival, you're nothing! I curse you to..."

Charlotte was so angry that she was about to slap Hazel when Hazel’s voice suddenly stopped.

With her mouth half-open, she couldn't make a sound no matter how hard she tried. She could only

stare at Vivienne and Charlotte like an idiot.

"Shut up." Vivienne said expressionlessly.

Hazel tried to speak for a long while but couldn't get a word out. She glared at Vivienne with a gaze full

of resentment.

"Serves you right for running your mouth." Charlotte waved the razor in her hand. The blade glinted

under the runway lights, and she was about to bring it down on Hazel's hair without any hesitation.

"You're all going too far!" Helen couldn't help but stand up to stop them, but as soon as she spoke, she

found herself unable to move or speak.

She looked at Vivienne in fear and, for the first time, felt how terrifying Vivienne was.

Without making a sound, she could control her and Hazel's movements.

Could such a person really have grown up in the countryside?

She didn't believe it.

Charlotte's razor still fell on Hazel's hair. "My skills aren't the best, so if you upset me, I might

accidentally cut your pretty face. And you can't blame me for that."

The moment the first lock of hair hit the ground, Hazel's mouth hung open in silent, internal screams of

fury and frustration. All she could do was watch with wide eyes as her carefully nurtured tresses fell in

clumps, her anger morphing into despair. Tears of humiliation started to well up in her eyes. She was

no longer able to be held back.

If looks could kill, her glare would have impaled Charlotte and Vivienne by now.

"What are you crying for? It's as if I've bullied you." Charlotte grumbled as she continued to shear

Hazel's hair. "You were the one who made that bet. It's time to pay your dues."

Not content with just that jab, she continued with a smirk. "You know, your hair was quite shiny. What

brand of shampoo did you use? Care to recommend?"

Everyone in the room winced as they watched. Each of Charlotte’s jabs was aimed like a dagger at

Hazel's weak spots. They couldn't tell if Charlotte was intentionally being mean or if she was just bad at

cutting hair, but she was leaving Hazel looking like a patchwork quilt.

Frankly, the sight of a pretty girl being publicly shorn was a rare spectacle. Even though they felt it was

a bit cruel, a few people couldn't resist capturing the moment on their phones and uploading the videos

online.

The room was silent, punctuated only by the sound of Charlotte's razor and the occasional suppressed This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

laughter from the crowd.

Vivienne, aside from her initial comment, stood to the side with her arms folded, quietly observing

Hazel fulfill her bet. Her indifferent demeanor suggested that she had no stake in the matter.