The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 168

Upon seeing the disdainful looks Vivienne received, Cecilia was seething.

She glared at Percival. "I’m warning you. If I see anyone else look down on your wife again, don't blame me for disowning you as a son!"

"Isn't it interesting that you, the famous Scent Maestro, Master Q, aren't famous?" Cecilia sneered. "Why do they think you can't afford to buy a gown?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She took Vivienne's hand and led her to another part of the hall. "Today, the Brooks family invited many international supermodels to liven up the event, showcasing designs by renowned designer Mike."

"Mike's designs may not be as brilliant as Master Charles', but they are still very sought after."

"Let's go. Mom will buy you all of Mike's designs as engagement gifts!"

Vivienne was stunned. "Mom?"

Was their relationship progressing that fast?

She hadn't even decided to marry Percival yet. She was just not breaking off the engagement.

Before she could refuse, Cecilia had already dragged her away.

After they left, Percival felt a tug at his pants leg.

"Brother..."

He looked down to see Isolde standing beside him with a disgruntled expression. He frowned. "Why are you wandering around alone?"

"I'm not wandering." Isolde pouted. "Mom saw Vivienne being bullied and ran off to call you. She forgot about me."

Percival sighed.

Today, the older members of the Brooks family, considering their status, were still upstairs in the lounge, enjoying coffee with a few familiar friends from Rivenwood.

Meanwhile, Beatrice and her sons were mimicking the Brooks’ family's high-brow attitude, lingering upstairs as well.

However, it wouldn't be good to let Arabella, the star of the event, greet everyone alone, so they sent Ronald and Ashley, the younger members of the family, to help entertain the guests.

Ashley, who had been accompanying a few well-off ladies in the back coffee room, was unaware of the disturbance at the banquet. When she noticed Cecilia hadn't returned for a long time, she went out to look for her.

When she arrived at the banquet hall, she saw a tall man in a black suit. He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a petite, doll-like girl, walking towards the stage.

The man's features were cold and deep, and his lips were slightly pursed. His entire demeanor was intimidating, yet it made people unable to resist a second glance.

Ashley was taken aback. The last time she saw him, he was a disabled man in a wheelchair. She never expected to be so taken aback upon seeing him again.

She watched as Percival led Isolde into the audience seats on the left side of the stage, handed Isolde over to Cecilia, and then sat down next to a young woman in a champagne-colored fishtail gown. He affectionately brushed a stray hair off her shoulder.

The young woman turned to look at him. Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her eyes were cool yet soft.

It was Vivienne.

Ashley instantly recognized the "Dream Butterfly" gown on Vivienne. A design that was one of a kind in the world. Her gaze then shifted to Arabella, who was looking rather sullen.