The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1144

Vivienne didn't even flinch when the man tried to confront her; instead, she had him pinned down in a comedic pose in no time, immobilizing him completely.

"What have you done to me? Do you know who I am? Do you have any idea how quickly I can ruin your life?" he spat out, enraged.

"Quiet down!" Vivienne snapped, flicking several silver needles his way. The man fell to the ground, unconscious, in an instant.

The nanny gasped in horror. "Sir! Mrs. Ellington, what have you done to him?"

"He was too loud. He'll wake up soon," Vivienne said, glancing at the nanny.

Floyd, having been released, stood quietly to the side, watching the whole scene unfold. Even witnessing his father's meltdown didn't seem to ruffle him.

"If you need anything, come find me. You know where I live," Vivienne said softly, crouching down to his level.

As she was about to leave, Floyd caught hold of her sleeve.

"Hmm?"

"Aren't you trying to decode those texts?"

Vivienne looked puzzled at Floyd until he said, "He's out cold. Why don't you check the study? The dictionary you need is in there, along with all the answers you're looking for."

The nanny looked incredulous at Floyd's suggestion. "Master Floyd, what are you doing? Your father would be furious if he knew, this is—"

She stopped herself, shifting her gaze to Vivienne, "Mrs. Ellington, the young master doesn't know any better. You can tell the difference, right?"

"I don't need your guidance; I know what I'm doing," Floyd retorted, unusually loud for him. "If you want to know, follow me. I can't stand this anymore."

Vivienne knew this was crucial; she couldn't just let it go.

Under the nanny's watchful eye, Vivienne followed Floyd to the door of the second-floor study.

Before entering, Vivienne noticed the traps inside. She stopped Floyd in his tracks, "Hold on."

Floyd looked puzzled.

Without much explanation, Vivienne adjusted something on a nearby potted plant, revealing a keypad lock.

She sprayed something on it, making the password visible, checked it, and then pushed the door open to enter.

The study wasn't the chaotic mess Vivienne had expected. Books were piled on the desk, one left open as if hastily abandoned.

"That one," Floyd pointed to the open book. "If this solves everything, can my mom divorce him?"

Vivienne hadn't expected that from Floyd. "Yes."

When Vivienne picked up the book, it was full of notes. She jotted down the frequently occurring words from the reports and took photos of the rest with her phone.

Floyd stood by the bookshelf, memorizing the room's layout.

After gathering all she needed, Vivienne bid Floyd goodbye and left for home, her expression grave.

Considering the way Floyd's father had acted, she couldn't predict what he might do to Floyd.

To prevent any harm, Vivienne decided to have someone watch over Floyd discreetly.

Upon her return, her kids were in the living room with Percival.