The Million-Dollar Heart novel 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!"