The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 396

Lennox just could not stand it any longer. He snatched the broom from Percival's grasp, and with a gentle tug, he swept the dust into the pan.

Crack! The broom head snapped off.

Percival furrowed his brow in annoyance. "That's the sixth time that's happened. Are your things always this flimsy?"

Lennox replied with a slight hesitation, "Is it possible you're just too strong and snapped it yourself?"

"It's this piece of junk that's the problem," Percival grumbled, casting a disdainful glance at the broom before turning to Quentin. "I had someone buy you a new racing car model and a desktop PC. They'll be delivered soon."

Quentin, for his part, was not too fussed. He looked around at the further disarray. "It's a knock-off anyway. Got it for ten bucks. But... Percival, maybe you should just stop cleaning."

Despite being older than Vivienne, Quentin and the others respected her technical expertise and would often follow Aaron's lead in calling her by her nickname. And since Percival was Vivienne's fiancé, they naturally called him by his first name.

Vivienne held back laughter, her delicate face turning a shade of red from the effort to conceal her laughter.

This must have been the first time Percival had been "rejected"!

Yet, he seemed filled with joy, and his mood visibly brightened.

Aaron's expression darkened slightly, though he said nothing, silently unplugging the computer to prevent the imminent explosion.

As he began to repair the broom, he asked Mark coldly, "What brings you here?"

Mark finally said, "I'm here to take you home."

"I'll be heading back tomorrow; we're celebrating here tonight. You go on ahead."

Mark knew Aaron well enough to understand his temperament. Today, Aaron had announced his retirement, which meant he would return to the Miller family fold tomorrow.

He had come to see if there was anything he could do to help, feeling the weight of his many debts to his son.

Before he could say anything else, the door to the training room burst open.

"Percival, the PC and racing model, and brand new cleaning supplies are here. Why on earth are you buying all this stuff and sending it here? Aren't you worried Kenneth will give you an earful? Ah, there's Vivienne! No wonder Hawk won today, with you coaching them!" Leopold remarked as he brought the items in.

Vivienne took a sip of her Coke. "Why do you talk so much?"

Leopold clamped his mouth shut, carrying five limited-edition racing models and placing them on the table. He could not help but blurt out, "How did this place get so messy? Don't you guys clean up around here?"

Everyone thought, “This is after the cleaning. Can you believe it?’

Percival gave Leopold a nudge with his foot. "Enough with the chatter. Change out the PC."

Leopold muttered, "Fine, fine, I'm the scapegoat."

Pointing at 'scapegoat number two' Thomas, Leopold called him over to help with the installation.

Bennett and the others, feeling a bit guilty, pitched in to help.

Percival did not just replace the PC; he upgraded the entire setup—desk, chair, the works—leaving the room far better equipped than before.

Quentin's eyes gleamed at the sight of the limited-edition racing models. "These... these are like a hundred thousand a pop!"

Leopold looked up, "Like them? For the sake that you’re Vivienne's players, I'll throw in a few more. My place is full of them; his even more so."

Percival, the one being pointed at, looked up and dropped a bombshell that sent chills through the Hawk team, "For the next seven days, I'll be here cleaning."

"What!" The usually composed Bennett exclaimed, turning to Vivienne. "Coach, please, we still need this space. We've got the new cleaning bots. They're fully automated. No need for manual labor. Let's not do this."

Vivienne remained silent, but Percival, sitting steadily, insisted, "No, I lost a bet."

Bennett pleaded, "Spare me, please. I still have to coach here!"

Aaron, seated at his computer, spoke slowly, "Those who don't understand E-sports don't belong in our training room. We don't need your cleaning."