The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 421

Richard always played the impartial patriarch role with the Ellington clan's younger generation.

Right from wrong was clear in his heart.

Today, Fiona's transgression was not just a simple offense against Vivienne. As the head of the company's jewelry design department, she represented the company's image, and being caught in a lie in front of so many people could have a catastrophic impact on the company if she had not been fired.

Especially with key business partners in attendance.

Had Fiona been humble and sought advice, she might have avoided such a fate.

Seeing Richard's demeanor, Fiona knew the outcome was inevitable. Her place at the company was lost.

Fiona pressed her lips. "Grandpa, keep the money for yourself."

With that, she grabbed her purse and left without looking back.

After her departure, Percival remained seated in the living room, silent.

Richard eyed him several times before finally tapping his cane on his grandson's leg. "What in the world happened tonight, kid?"

"It's settled, Grandpa. No need to worry," Percival replied, rubbing his leg where the cane had hit. The old man still had some strength in him.

Richard huffed, stroking his beard. "We had left the hall when we heard a faint explosion, so I called Fiona to handle it. She told me there had been a car accident."

Percival's lips curled into a slight smirk. "There was an accident, but it's been taken care of."

Hearing this, Richard did not press further. He got up with the help of his cane and headed to his bedroom to sleep.

Percival was also about to retire for the night when he caught sight of Kenneth skulking near the stairway.

"Haven't jumped enough?" Percival said with a cold glance.

Kenneth shook his head vigorously. "Bro, erm... Is Vivienne really Hawk’s special coach?"

"Weren't you in the lounge earlier when you saw her?" Percival raised an eyebrow.

Kenneth felt like his brain had been struck by lightning.

His brother had confirmed it. The truth was undeniable!

Oh, the horror!

What had he done to his idol?

"I'm heading to my room." He didn't want to speak to his beloved brother right now.

So annoyed!

Why did Percival not tell him sooner?

Kenneth trudged back to his room, despondent and defeated.

Percival watched him go, for the first time, considering taking his brother to get his head examined.

...

At the TCL Laboratory.

Calista's latest experiment had failed once again.

In frustration, she knocked everything on her desk to the floor.

Why could she not make a breakthrough?

After all this time, she had nothing but failures to show for her efforts. How would she ever create the virus?

"Director, is everything alright?" A researcher called from outside the door after hearing the commotion.

"I'm fine. Leave me be." Calista snapped, closing her eyes in defeat.

As the lab returned to silence and the last sound of someone clocking out reached her ears, Calista was left alone with her fear.

Scott had been arrested, and here she was, still toiling away for them!

Suddenly, the door to her lab was opened.

Calista grabbed a hidden dagger from her desk and held it defensively as she eyed the doorway.

A figure in a black trench coat and a masked hat stepped inside, identical to Scott's usual attire.

Calista took a step back. "Mr. B," she uttered with caution.

Mr. B flicked his finger, effortlessly knocking the dagger from her grasp. "Don't point such dangerous things at me," he said, his voice cold and modified by a device.