The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 202

Percival's face grew colder the more he listened. From the moment he heard Dorian mention the villa, he had a feeling something was off. As he suspected, it was these annoying men who were up to no good. They took advantage of his absence to claim all the rooms next to Vivienne's bedroom.

Upon hearing the commotion, Dorian and Cordelia came down from the third floor.

After seeing Percival, Dorian and Cordelia paused, only then remembering that Percival was supposed to live with them.

However, they had completely forgotten, and all the rooms on the second and third floors had been taken.

"Um..." Dorian glanced around before hesitantly proposing to Percival. "Percival, would you mind taking a room on the first floor?"

Percival lifted his eyes and smirked. His cold gaze swept over the seven men in the hallway, finally landing on Leopold, who was cowering behind Eric. "I'll take his room."

Jerry and the others immediately turned their attention to Leopold. They were threatening him with their gazes, hinting that if he agreed, they would make him pay.

Leopold lamented in his heart as he wondered why he had to be stuck in the middle of this mess.

However, now that he was facing Percival's mocking gaze, even though he found the eight elder disciples terrifying, he realized that if he didn't agree, Percival would surely make him suffer. So he chuckled nervously. "I'm afraid of heights. I'll go to the first floor."

Jerry and the others' gazes immediately turned murderous, blatantly accusing Leopold of being a traitor.

Leopold could only pretend not to see them. He slipped upstairs to pack his things, hoping to avoid the battleground that was the second floor.

As soon as he entered his room, someone grabbed his collar from behind.

Percival's icy voice echoed in his ear. "Did you have fun tearing down my houses?"

Leopold trembled; he nearly fell to his knees. He turned around and stammered, "Percival, they forced me. You don't know how terrifying other eight elder disciples are..."

"Oh?" Percival chuckled coldly. "They're scary, but I'm not? There's a hardcore training program specifically designed for newcomers at the bureau. How about you lead the team?"

"Please no!" Leopold's hair stood on end, and he fell to his knees. He was truly begging at this point. He clung to Percival's legs, pleading, "Percival, that training lasts several months! And with all that's going on right now, how can you manage to deal with them without me, your handsome and capable sidekick?"

The hardcore training program, commonly referred to as 'Hell Training' at the bureau, was Percival's twisted version of the original program.

They had all endured this brutal training to become official members of the team who were eligible for assignments.

The original training was designed by Lark and was so brutal that it was dubbed 'Devil Training.'

Those few months of testing were a living nightmare. Out of a thousand participants, fewer than thirty passed, demonstrating just how twisted the training was.

But Percival, this sadist, wasn't satisfied after enduring the 'Devil Training.'

He took over Lark's team and proposed to the bureau to revise the training, adding several extreme tests and transforming the Devil Training into Hell Training.

Numerous newcomers at the bureau cried out in pain because of this and cursed Percival behind his back.

He had barely survived the 'Devil Training,' so how could he willingly undergo the more terrifying 'Hell Training'?

"Hmm." Percival sneered, kicking Leopold away. "You think I want you around to annoy me?"

"No, not at all. I'm the most considerate person in the world. How could I annoy you?" Leopold tried to approach him again.

Percival coldly avoided him and looked at him with a mocking expression, as if to say, ‘Do you really believe what you're saying?’

"Percival..." Leopold was on the verge of tears. "Please give me a chance to redeem myself."

Percival responded, "Get rid of the eight men."

For Vivienne's sake, he could tolerate them trashing his room, but he wouldn't tolerate them trying to take Vivienne's attention from him.

"Uh..." Leopold hesitated as he thought about the elder disciples. But after seeing Percival's cold gaze, he immediately agreed. "Sure, sure. I'll make sure it happens. But..."