The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 193

A shiver ran through Thomas as he looked at the smirk plastered on Percival’s face. He couldn’t help

but feel sympathy for Leopold deep within his heart. Let’s stay here for tonight.” Percival quipped as an

icy laugh escaped his lips. “We can settle the scores tomorrow.”

Vivienne showed no objection, merely shrugging her shoulders as she was about to ask Percival which

room she would be occupying when his phone suddenly buzzed.

Percival took out his phone and glanced at it. The name “Leopold” was boldly displayed on the screen.

A slow, sinister smile spread across his frosty lips.

Interesting!

It was quite audacious for him to call at this time.

Percival answered the call. He put it on speakerphone. His voice was curt and to the point. “Speak.”

“Percival!” Leopold’s voice on the other end was full of bravado, but it was clear that there was an

underlying tremor of uncertainty.

“Cough cough… We, the nine disciples of the Emerald Monastery, are giving you an ultimatum. You

must return the Mystic Mistress immediately and not allow her to stay at Mrs. Cecilia’s mansion.

Otherwise, you won’t even be able to save the mansion, and both Mrs. Cecilia and Isolde will have to

sleep on the streets with you tonight!”

Percival only chuckled cryptically, replying in a slow, deliberate tone. “Leopold, You! Are! Something!

Else!”

Leopold, who had been forced to make this call under the pressure of his eight disciples, could hear the

gritting of teeth in Percival’s voice, causing a chill to run down his spine. He almost wanted to beg for

mercy.

But under the stern gazes of his disciples, he had to maintain a tough facade. “In any case, do as we

say, or face the consequences!”

As soon as he finished, he was about to hang up in fear, but Vivienne suddenly interjected. “Wait.”

“Um, Mystic Mistress…” Leopold stumbled over his words, finding it hard to reconcile the imposing

figure of the Mystic Mistress with Vivienne.

“How is Matthew doing?” Vivienne asked.

Leopold was taken aback and turned to look at Jerry, who was equally stunned. They exchanged

puzzled looks with the other seven disciples. They had been so focused on settling scores with Percival

that they had completely forgotten about Matthew.

“You seem to have a lot of free time.” Vivienne’s tone was indifferent, but it inexplicably sent a chill

down the spines of the nine disciples.

Dawson quickly snatched the phone, unable to respond to Vivienne but yelling at Percival instead.

“Just do as we say, Percival! Or else you’ll regret it!”

With that, he abruptly ended the call and then kicked the visibly shaken Leopold “What are you scared

of? What can that Percival do compared to us? We could easily crush him with a single kick!”

Of course, they were not scared.

After they had finished bullying Percival, they would just dust off their hands and walk away.

Even if they offended Percival terribly, they still had the Mystic Mistress as their safety net.

But privately, Leopold had a deep personal relationship with Percival. Officially, he was Percival’s

subordinate.

Once they had had their fun and left, wouldn’t Percival take out all his anger on him?

Leopold was on the verge of tears. The more he thought about it, the bleaker his future seemed. He

even considered just ending it all right there

“What are you waiting for?” Jerry shot Leopold a cold glance. “What’s with the daze?”

“Where are we going?” Leopold was still coming to terms with his emotions.

“Of course, we’re going to keep an eye on Percival and see if he does as we say Daniel rolled his eyes

at Leopold, leading the way to his sports car We can’t let that scoundrel trick us“”

“No way!” Leopold was forcefully pulled into Donald’s SUV by Gary

If he doesn’t comply, are you really going to destroy Mrs. Cecilia’s mansion?”

“Don’t worry, Donald casually brushed back his hair, admiring himself in the rear view mirror “We’ll

leave a room for the mother and daughter to sleep in

With that, he pressed the accelerator leading the way out, with the other two cars following closely

behind.

Leopold was thrown back into his seat from the sudden acceleration, cursing his disciples as devils in

his heart

Devils were nothing compared to them. Nothing was more terrifying.

He had forgotten that if Vivienne’s lover wasn’t Percival, he might have been more devilish than them

Back in the mansion.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow as she heard the call being disconnected.

Percival, however, maintained his smug grin throughout, causing Thomas to feel increasingly uneasy.

He decided it would be wise to start playing how to handle Leopold’s body discreetly

“Let’s go to the hospital” Vivienne suggested rubbing her temples with a hint of frustration. These mine

men were nothing but troubile

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Percival directed Thomas to start the car

However, shortly after they left the mansion, they noticed three cars trailing them.

Mr. Ellington, there are three cars following us.” Thomas noted as he glanced at the rear–view mirror.

“It seems to be Ms. Hawthorn’s disciples.”

“Hmm.” Percival responded nonchalantly. He had noticed it earlier but chose not to mention it. “Let

them follow.”

True to his words, the three cars followed them all the way to the hospital.

As they exited their car in the hospital parking lot, Percival spotted the nine figures not too far away. In

a deliberate move, he took Vivienne’s hand and raised it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss.

Vivienne felt the soft press of his lips on the back of her hand. The warmth made her heart flutter, and

she instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but Percival held it firmly, giving it a gentle bite. His smile

sent her heart racing, and she was instantly reminded of their passionate kiss, causing her cheeks to

flush.

Percival’s gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks, finding some comfort from the annoyance caused by

Leopold and his crew.

He held Vivienne’s hand and led her towards the elevator.

“How dare he?! He dared to kiss the Mystic Mistress’s hand?! I’ll kill him!” Dawson was livid as he

stormed towards Percival

Leopold failed to hold him back, watching helplessly as the other seven disciples followed suit, their

eyes burning with rage.

He cursed at Percival for choosing such a time to make his move. When the fight broke out, whose

side would he take?

However, they were too slow. By the time Dawson reached the elevator, Percival and Vivienne had

already stepped in. All he could do was watch the elevator doors close on Percival’s nonchalant smile.

When they finally reached the upper floor of the hospital, Matthew’s room was empty except for the

nurse.

After seeing the nine men storming into the room, Matthew, who was lying on the hospital bed, was

taken aback. “What… what are you guys doing?”

“Where is the Mystic Mistress?” Dawson demanded through gritted teeth.

“She… she left.” Matthew said while looking bewildered. “She saw that I was okay and left with Mr.

Ellington.”

“Mr. Ellington?” Daniel chuckled darkly. “So, Matthew, it seems you knew about the Mystic Mistress’s

engagement all along.”