The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 179

Vivienne and Percival descended the stage under the awe-inspired gazes of the crowd.

Vivienne walked up to Arabella with her chin slightly raised in a defiant stance. “Did you like the gift I gave you?”

Arabella’s hands clenched into fists, and her eyes burned with jealousy and rage. This was supposed to be her banquet, yet Vivienne had stolen the spotlight.

Why?

Why did she always have to lose to Vivienne?

Feeling everyone’s gaze, Arabella forced out a strained smile. "I love it. I didn't know you could play the piano so well. Why didn't you ever mention it? If I'd known, I would've suggested Grandma send you abroad to study. Why waste your time teaching at Cloudcrest High School?”

“Heh.” Vivienne chuckled. Her laugh showcased her unapologetic arrogance. "Why would I need to tell you anything?"

Arabella's expression froze. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Vivienne with a hurt expression. "Why do you hate me so much, Vivienne? We're sisters!"

Vivienne brushed her hair, which had fallen over her ears, behind them. Her luxurious gown accentuated her allure. "I used to tolerate you for the sake of Dorian, but that doesn't mean you can walk over me."

Vivienne looked up. Her cold eyes were full of indifference. "My mother only had me. I don't have a sister. Don't try to establish a relationship with me. I don’t easily connect with people."

Arabella seethed with hatred, but on the surface, she looked pitiful.

After seeing this, Paul’s protective instincts kicked in. He yelled at Vivienne, "Vivienne, enough is enough! This is Arabella's party... uh..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Paul was silenced.

Everyone stepped back.

It was safer to stay away from Vivienne. One wrong move, and you could find yourself incapacitated.

Vivienne casually slipped the remaining silver needle into her hair. She glanced at Paul and spoke in an indifferent tone. "Don't yell in front of me again. I hate the sound of barking. If there's a next time, you can kiss your mouth goodbye."

With that said, Vivienne pulled Percival closer with her gaze fixed on Arabella. "Look closely. He is my man! Remember his face. Don't reach out too far, or you might lose your status as the Brooks family's heiress."

Percival raised an eyebrow, looking at Vivienne in surprise.

Little by little, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The little girl had finally come to her senses.

She knew how to claim her territory now.

Hmm!

The way she declared her territory was truly captivating.

The guests at the party, however, looked rather strange.

She was just Vivienne, a girl who came from a monastery. Even though she was Master Q, the perfumer, and Charles, the fashion designer, her status was still incomparable to the Brooks family's.

She dared make such a bold claim? How could she threaten to ruin Arabella, the Brooks family's heiress?

Did she know what she was saying?

Everyone looked at the Brooks family. The matriarch, Judith, had no expression on her face; her mood was unreadable.

Even Scott was expressionless, only the rest of the family showed their anger.

"Vivienne, you!" Arabella’s face twitched with anger.

Damn Vivienne!

How dare she belittle her in front of the Brooks family?

Vivienne couldn't even be bothered to give Arabella a glance. She took Percival's hand and turned to leave.

As she left, she said coldly, "Arabella, don't bother sending invitations to Dorian anymore. Your relationship with him is over!"

Arabella looked desperate. She turned to look at Judith, hoping she would stand up for her.

Judith caught her gaze and walked towards Vivienne. "Ms. Hawthorn, wait!"