The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 195

Percival casually hooked a smile on his lips and stood with one hand tucked inside his pocket. His tone

was nonchalant as he said, "What if I don't?"

Dawson clenched his teeth. "If you don't leave, I'll break your bones."

"Well then, let's wait until you're actually capable of doing that." Percival retorted, pausing before

adding, "By the way, thanks to you all, I've found a legitimate reason to move into my in-laws' place. A

perfect opportunity to bond with Vivienne and win over my in-laws."

"Percival!" Dawson roared. He was about to curse, but Percival cut him off by hanging up the phone.

Before he did, he left a message. "Tell Leopold that the cost of the house renovation is on him."

Leopold, who was already feeling down, slumped even more.

Goodness, his millions were gone just like that, with no way to claim them back. Why did he have to

suffer like this?

"What do we do now?" Gary glared at Leopold, refusing to back down.

Feeling the intensity of Gary's gaze, Leopold looked up to find the seven other men staring at him. He

stuttered, "Why are you asking me?" Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Larry sneered. "Because you're in cahoots with that scumbag. You've betrayed us..."

"Stop!" Leopold interrupted him.

"You know him best, so you must know his weaknesses." Jerry stated. "Tell us, and we might consider

forgiving your betrayal."

This was getting out of hand. Leopold racked his brain for an answer.

Finally, he said weakly, "Mr. Ellington, er, Wolf's only weakness might be the Mystic Mistress?"

"What do you mean? Are we supposed to target the Mystic Mistress? Are you trying to mislead us?"

Donald scoffed. "You want to make us cross the Mystic Mistress so Wolf can have her all to himself?"

The others were ready to punch Leopold after Donald's accusation.

"No, no, absolutely not!" Leopold denied it. "But Percival doesn't really have any weaknesses."

If Percival had any obvious weaknesses, he would have never become their leader. As for Vivienne,

she could be considered a weakness, but she was the Mystic Mistress.

Leopold could understand their resentment towards Percival, as Vivienne was truly outstanding. The

fact that Percival had her to himself was undoubtedly frustrating.

"Then what's the plan?" Brian grabbed Leopold. "Unless we break up the Mystic Mistress and Wolf, I

guarantee that you won't have a moment's peace!"

"Well, why don't we all move into this house?" Leopold suggested.

"Finally, a sensible idea…" Daniel slapped Leopold's head. "The Mystic Mistress's house is too small

for all of us!"

Dawson, however, laughed. "I have a solution."

...

Tranquil Estates.

After their late-night snack, Dorian was about to go to bed when he received a call from his boss,

Dawson, who was seemingly unusually friendly. "Dorian, I apologize for calling so late, but I have a

proposition."

"Mr. Dawson, please, go on." Dorian replied.

"We have a new batch of villas for sale from our real estate development division." Dawson explained,

"Our marketing team thought of a new promotional strategy involving a real family living in our villas.

We've decided to invite your family."

"I see." Dorian was surprised. "But I'm not involved with the real estate division."

"That's exactly why we chose you. We feel like you would have a more genuine experience." Dawson

was quite convincing over the phone. "You have a wife and two children. The perfect family for our

campaign.

"We're asking you to temporarily move into one of our villas in Jade Garden Residences for a month. In

return, the company will reward you handsomely. You won’t just get a bonus, but we can also offer you

the villa you lived in at an employee rate. What do you think?"

The price of real estate in Havenwood was astronomical, especially in the city center where Jade

Garden Residences was located. The price per square foot was even higher than their current home in

Tranquil Estates.

Keeping in mind the employee rate that Mr. Dawson had proposed, the price for the entire villa was

less than a third of their current apartment's worth.

With his annual salary at Alliance Enterprises, Dorian could easily afford the mortgage for such a villa.

Not to mention, given the location of the villa, it was sure to appreciate in value. Even if he were to

resell it later on, he was certain to make a hefty profit.

His daughter Vivienne was engaged to Percival, and it wouldn’t be long before they tied the knot.

As the father of the bride, he couldn't keep living in a rented apartment forever.

And his another daughter, Astrid, was seeing someone too, so he had to keep up appearances for his

girls’ sake.

Thus, Dawson’s proposal truly moved him.

He even wondered if his boss engaged in sleep talking because it felt surreal. It was truly like a dream.

And so he hurriedly agreed to Dawson's proposition.

Dawson was quite pleased with Dorian's cooperation, but he kept emphasizing something weird.

“Remember, your daughter has to move in too.”

“Sure, sure, Mr. Dawson, you can count on me.” Dorian quickly replied.

After hanging up, he sat on his bed in a daze.

His wife, Cordelia, who was already lying down, looked at him curiously. “What did your boss say that

has you so stunned?”

Dorian gave Cordelia a vacant look and suddenly planted a big kiss on her cheek. “We're moving into a

villa!”

For most of his life, he had been held down by Beatrice, which nearly crushed his spirit. He thought he

was destined to live an unremarkable life, unable to provide a good life for his family.

Little did he know that Lady Luck had other plans. He had stumbled upon gold.

“Stop fooling around!” Cordelia dodged his advances, feeling embarrassed. “We haven't even gone to

bed yet, and you’re already talking in your sleep.”

“I'm not talking in my sleep.” Dorian grabbed her and showered her with kisses.

Outside, Vivienne stopped in the corridor, listening to the indescribable sounds of Dorian and Cordelia's

intimate conversation.

She swore she wasn't eavesdropping. It was just a coincidence.

She silently moved towards the foyer, quietly opened the door, and slipped out.

After she left, Percival's door opened silently. His tall figure stepped out, looking at the now empty

foyer, deep in thought.