The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 428

Calista froze.

Vivienne?

Vivienne was the Specter Healer? How was that even possible? How could she be the Specter Healer?

No way! Absolutely no way!

While Calista was lost in thought, Vivienne curled her lips into a smile. "The lab report from yesterday that I let you get your hands on was meant for your eyes only."

With a flick of her wrist, Vivienne removed the needles from Calista's pressure points.

"You're Mr. B!" Calista gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Hearing the answer she wanted, Vivienne said, "Mr. Wolf, we can leave now; the others should be arriving soon."

Calista grabbed Vivienne's arm, "No, you're not Mr. B. Who are you, really?"

Vivienne shrugged her off with a cool detachment, "You talk too much."

With that, she headed downstairs.

Before Calista could wrap her head around what was happening, Percival knocked her out with a chop to the neck.

Dragging her by the leg, he hauled her down the stairs.

"Mr. Wolf, do you always have to be so rough? Can't you find a more subtle approach?" Vivienne clicked her tongue.

Jeffrey was still nursing a fracture, Henry wasn't faring much better, and now Calista was being dragged away too.

Talk about brute force.

"It's efficient. I'm not skilled with the needles like you are," Percival replied nonchalantly.

As long as it shuts them up, it works.

Vivienne didn’t know what to say, but she wondered if Percival might one day turn to domestic violence.

Glancing down at her petite frame, she questioned whether she could withstand a punch from Percival.

Percival seemed to catch her drift and touched her head with his free hand, speaking earnestly, "I'm a good man!"

Not only would he never consider harming Vivienne, but even if he did, he probably couldn't take her down. After all, she had the ability to immobilize him with just a needle.

Her thoughts always seemed to follow a different track from everyone else's.

Vivienne blinked, her long lashes fluttering, "Only a jerk would have 'I am a good man' written all over his face."

Percival was left speechless.

That hit home. Babe!

Vivienne's lips curled into a smile, and she casually looped an arm around Percival's neck, buddy-buddy style, "Don't worry, Mr. Wolf. Even if you did lay a hand on me, it would just mean a midnight chat with my mom by your bedside. A little heart-to-heart over coffee, maybe some life advice."

Percival couldn’t help but wonder if his mother-in-law might actually be rising from her grave.

He felt a chill run down his spine at the thought.

Before he could speak, Vivienne continued with utmost sincerity, "And the nine disciples might want to have a word with you too. They might gift the Ellington family with an occasional bomb, but don't worry, Mr. Wolf, you have plenty of real estate. Just buy another house if one gets blown up."

Percival was rendered silent.

"However, appeasing my master isn't a simple task," Vivienne clicked her tongue. "The old man is exceptionally protective, and if he discovers his precious disciple has taken a beating, he could make your life a living hell."

She paused, then added, "By the way, my master is a renowned geomancer. His talent for fortune-telling is unparalleled, especially in altering fates. Push him too far, and he might just change your destiny, maybe even to that of a beggar. The kind that faces eighty-one tribulations."

Percival thought to himself, “Fine! I got the message. Champion of ensnaring husbands! Vivienne, hands down!”

Percival wrapped an arm around Vivienne, his voice seductive, whispering in her ear, "Vivienne, would you really let me suffer like that?"

His voice was magnetic, sending shivers down Vivienne's spine. She raised an eyebrow, "Of course not. Let's keep things harmonious and loving."

Percival kissed her cheek, "Come to my apartment tonight, and I'll show you exactly what 'harmonious and loving' means."