The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1022

Gary couldn't hold back his admiration. "Master, considering Vivienne's touch, this minor task is a piece of cake for her. Moreover, everything she handles turns into a collector's edition."

Donald nodded earnestly, glancing at Finnian's bright red attire and swallowed hard. "Indeed, Master, maybe Vivienne could tweak something for you too?"

Daniel frowned, "You're going too far, guys. Our Master is a man of stature. Can we really afford to make him a spectacle in front of everyone?"

Finnian stroked his beard, finding Daniel's concern the only one that resonated with him.

However, Daniel's next comment nearly pushed Finnian to disown him as a disciple.

Casting a glance at Finnian's increasingly portly figure, Daniel shook his head, "Besides, what transformation can we expect at Master’s age? Can we really expect him to match Vivienne's fitness?"

There was a moment of silence before a unanimous agreement.

Lately, Master did seem to have indulged a bit too much.

Dressed in bright red, he actually looked… rather festive.

They all pondered when they'd have Finnian don such attire for their weddings, given none of them were keen on marrying yet.

Finnian's mood darkened further.

What sins had he committed in his past life to deserve such disciples?

Eric, unable to bear the tension and sitting directly across Finnian, adjusted his glasses, now seeing everything tinted in red. "Master, how about I send over a piece that’s just as good as the one you're wearing?"

Finnian was tempted but suppressed the thought immediately.

He had accepted those gifts from Leopold; what if Leopold asked for them back?

Knowing Leopold's temperament, it was entirely possible.

Choosing between a day's embarrassment and a box of treasures, Finnian found no room for hesitation. "What’s there to change? Leopold gave this to me, and I... I think it's quite nice."

After all, it was only for a day; no skin off his back.

Vivienne saw right through him, commenting casually, "Master seems quite pleased. It appears Leopold has been quite diligent."

Finnian choked on his words, about to defend himself, but the eager faces of his disciples looking for gossip stopped him. He vented his frustration, "What are you all standing around for? Go help Leopold and learn something useful from Jerry, won't you? Have some initiative."

Once the disciples had left, Finnian whispered to Vivienne, "Watch your words, girl. You know how they covet my treasures."

Vivienne couldn't help but roll her eyes. The treasures Finnian guarded so jealously were of no real interest to his wealthy disciples, concerned more with assets in billions than with old medicinal herbs they'd never use.

Yet, Vivienne knew better than to argue. It would only make things worse.